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the twinkle in a newborns,
so bright and crystal clear..
the rebellious years,
they come and go,
the look of resolution..
the middle ones,
all calm and of convergence..
the latter years,
we question..
have we lived at all..
and at the end,
with light of life now fading..
make peace within ourself.
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the fading light of life
the fading light of life
