Innocent yearning surviving maturity, listening to past
renderings of serious contemplation.
Stepping naively into deceptive images, not realizing
the dangers awaiting them.
Saucily flirting with indicative memories of days come
and gone.
An air of calm resignation, beautifully decorated in
adherent joy, steadfastly standing on waysides of life.
Remembering with joy, quiet essences of faith and hope
delicately held close to the heart.
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