Silently dancing within, repairing life's shortcomings,
aspiring to heaven once again.
Whirling inside, feeling free, stepping lightly, no
remorse, no tears.
Life gallantly being lived, love surrounding days of
old.
Melancholy death lying sweetly in a bed of grass,
awaiting he time it will be awakened to steal across
evening tides, gathering withered petals, aged, in
it's cloak.
Standing at the furthest horizon, seeking lightened
knowledge, joy and happiness in the ever-darkening
twilight of life.
Feeling warmly happy, contented, peaceful, quietly
serene, facing the golden years just ahead, silently
dancing within.
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