Years fly by,
As I am young no more,
A grown woman,
Yet a child inside,
With a tumour,
That seems benign,
Every now and then,
Turning and moving,
Malignant, I fear,
Never to see,
A morrow with you,
Aged and older,
Yet a want to see,
You in your eyes,
With the depth,
The passion,
Of long ago.
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Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
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