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~o~o~o~ Skin is the one that gets wrinkled, it deals with the heat and the cold of one's existence...not the mind, the heart, or feelings...character and determination mellow with the passing years...brain is hidden, but has always been gray...hair gets visibly gray with age. ~o~o~o~ Seasons, and life's lessons help broaden and wizen narrow minds...a much awaited solitude, that silent dialogue with the soul, gives light and sense to questions...it pays to be in touch. ~o~o~o~ Late summers have come...a face that once youthfully beamed with smiles...still smiles, the grayed crown sparkles under the sun...making it known that, lightning still flashes in the mind, thunder still roars through the veins. ~o~o~o~ Underneath wrinkled skin and gray, thinning hair, there still breathes within, a little girl or a boy...a once young lady, or young man, now aging men and women...more introspective and ruminative...but, it's still you, him, her, me...it's still US! ~o~o~o~ Not much changes, just numbers, gray hair...lined skin, and plenty of wisdom. ~o~o~o~ sally b © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan   February 6, 2022
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Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 6:10 AM UTC
Late Summers
~o~o~o~ Skin is the one that gets wrinkled, it deals with the heat and the cold of one's existence...not the mind, the heart, or feelings...character and determination mellow with the passing years...brain is hidden, but has always been gray...hair gets visibly gray with age. ~o~o~o~ Seasons, and life's lessons help broaden and wizen narrow minds...a much awaited solitude, that silent dialogue with the soul, gives light and sense to questions...it pays to be in touch. ~o~o~o~ Late summers have come...a face that once youthfully beamed with smiles...still smiles, the grayed crown sparkles under the sun...making it known that, lightning still flashes in the mind, thunder still roars through the veins. ~o~o~o~ Underneath wrinkled skin and gray, thinning hair, there still breathes within, a little girl or a boy...a once young lady, or young man, now aging men and women...more introspective and ruminative...but, it's still you, him, her, me...it's still US! ~o~o~o~ Not much changes, just numbers, gray hair...lined skin, and plenty of wisdom. ~o~o~o~ sally b © Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan   February 6, 2022
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Feb 8, 2022
Feb 8, 2022 at 6:10 AM UTC
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