It is good to sing songs
Or walk the boulevard path
Of a parade,
To read a book beside flowers
In the calming sunlight,
To fall completely in love
With one, magical, charming woman.
The aging process
Is when one fails to find
The perfume of beauty
Wafted into his existence
And then fades away.
True beauty is eternal. This is a soul write indeed. Warmest regards, Sandra
How true Uriah, and a wonderful way of explaining it. Delightful to find. Loved it, . love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I would like to translate this poem
A lovely write. Each dream surrendered makes us more translucent, perhaps. Age has its charms, as the burdens grow lighter, the end nearer.