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Wise Children



I have known you for so long
I don't even think of you
as a certain age

We have become ageless
you and I
through our years shared
together
we do not even make up one small child

This is what it is like
when you are free to know one another

You are not confined to the trap
of an age
You become free
to be the age you are in the moment

We are wise children
are we not?


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for this Site Title by Melissa A.Howells/Meloo
Straight from her Tilt-a-World
Copyright November 5, 2016 written 9:27 am

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