it’s only another day
gone by,
only a moment lived more
than before,
only a number to date my
body,
only another breath exhaled
to die.
or is it?
i feel older than
yesterday,
and younger than
tomorrow.
this age with the seasons,
of love,
and of sorrow…
will wan, would wax, and make way
through my skin
the infantile tender, the youth
and the wrinkled, the hollow.
how doth the time reveal
what muse was heavier on
mind’s brow of thought..
from the delight of a trinket,
to the fervor of first love.
to the failure, come to break,
and to the calling from above…
how doth skin comply
to ravages of a journey,
from the toddling steps,
to the cries of a tumbled one,
to the merry gait of girlhood,
to the rocking chair in the sun…
it is but another day gone by,
another verse written,
to lie midst many to unfold,
another year bidden,
another story never told…
……………………………………………………………….
P.S. : I turned 18 today… 😀
Happy birthday you!
Wish you the best of everything ahead. 🙂
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thanks!!
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Love this Casper💖”From toddling steps…to tumbling ones”–lyrically insightful with powerful imagery…u done good, boo😍😸👍🏽
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Oh, and happy b. Day too😺🎂🍥🍾🍾🍾
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haha, thankeee mellie. 😀
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I hope u had a blissful birthday, Casper..and great food too..I send u pure, undiluted, 100% natural ( with no additives) blessings and colorful vibes..***no animals were used in the testing of these energies😺😸👍🏽😎…
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