An Unsent Thank You Note
It has been a great year.
The sun shines through storms.
The flowers and plants stand firm
in the wind under the tree.
I don't know how you do
all these, but thanks for being
the sun with your smile, the tree
with your strength.
Older
We grow
worn, all the time
layer upon layer
pains of regrets
gather, dust-bite
on mind's shelves
grained beautiful,
timeless like antique.
Some days,
we house keep,
remove pains.
Some days,
they return
as if new,
as what they were,
only older.
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