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Feb 25
Droopy skin, crow’s feet eyes,
Fading sight, fissured heels.
A silver crown, a stooped posture,
Shrinking in height, growing in wisdom.
Haha…
A quiet life, birds chirping,
You and me,
Coffee in hand, on our balcony.
And as we sit, we realize—
Nights passed but love stays
Without any change
Samyuktha
Written by
Samyuktha  24/F/India
(24/F/India)   
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   Immortality
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