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A Pure Love

Lately, a sadness pervades,
I mourn for youth,
perhaps passion
of younger days.
 
With age, some of that passion
has transformed in to
a pure love,
a force that does not judge,
but waits, watches and
surrounds to uplift,
until my spirit touches the sky
and joins the sunrise,
of a new life.

(2015)

Some thoughts about love and aging.

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