slow frail time nears us
old i as you are parting
new i takes over
the meaning of us
words less spoken
Gen X’er chronicles the art form of living in the Angelino metropolitan environment through poetry, creative writing, art, photography, and culture.
Holding hands
Skipping stones on the lake of
Memories past
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thank you 🙂
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Your welcome that was my first thought after reading your poem. 🙂
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