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Iridescent

2022 February 17th2015 February 10th

the years sprint, sail, drift, fly —
days melt into sleep
decades we no longer know
by taste or smell, yes
but hard fast memories tend not to keep —
youth lives on — yet, is long gone
birds chirp each spring anew
but our hearts sing the same shades
of childhood colors we once knew

—Terri Guillemets

Categories Personal Journal Tags aging, inner child, memories, poems, seasons, time, youth
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