On Turning 60 - Poem by Moonchild Diva
The rainbow and the ravens
made me feel hopeful,
as they always do.
Those days. I miss them.
But in some ways,
inside of me,
they never ended.
That blooming, that becoming, the beginning.
We can die anytime,
but I haven't yet,
and as I get closer to The End,
it all still feels like it's starting.
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