I was once
young, the thought of so many excitements.
In every
day and every minute
A fresh
whiff of so many scents.
I was not
waiting but ‘round were discoveries of riddles.
The list
gets longer, seems unending
Just like,
“Do it, do it, do it!”
With all
my might, I do it.
Time
growing, past half the game
Learned
and loved trees and tundra
My senses
to the centerfold.
And
despite strategies,
A rhythm
to a dance – with you
A soft
flow of yearning, holds me wise
Back to
love,
In a
youth’s impression of sunsets
In the
chimes of cathedral bells.
/rosevoc
photography. angelo mezzari, RCJ
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