There are losses in life that you survive, but not quite – something will always be missing, shadows remain, fine cracks. And though much time passes, it will never heal.
Autumn Sun
There are losses in life
That you survive, but not quite –
Something will always be missing,
Shadows remain, fine cracks
And though much time passes,
It will never heal.
That’s what makes you old.
The wisdom of old age is
To be able to still feel the sun,
For it continues to shine,
Despite the lengthening shadows,
It shines eternally.
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