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Fifty Years MAG

By Anonymous

     Fifty Years
wind rattles the blackened leaves
rendered
by this long autumn.

once supple bark has dried and stripped
away
from naked trunks.

we are the only ones left, you
and I,

to crawl away from the city’s main drags.

these days our limbs speak in
shattered
syllables; you walk with a white cane.

my pupils are hazed and tired, yet
occasionally,
the snow of your hair startles me.

I guide you like the day we met and
parted
under the pretense of blindness.

eagerly, our hands clasped in youth,

foregoing
the fragility of fifty years.

now, spines stooped under perilous wind, we
wait,

together, for the leaves to tumble.



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i love this so much!

Kaili SILVER said...
on Jul. 17 2012 at 10:08 pm
Kaili SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
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That was really beautiful. I just loved the whole thing, and the way that you told how old age will take even a couple that loves eachother dearly.

Kaili SILVER said...
on Jul. 17 2012 at 10:08 pm
Kaili SILVER, Fort Collins, Colorado
7 articles 0 photos 11 comments
That was really beautiful. I just loved the whole thing, and the way that you told how old age will take even a couple that loves eachother dearly.