Let the boarders of my mind
Not close in my thoughts.
Once you surpress them,
All then becomes naught.
Sense the avenues long
That I've traveled years ago.
No doubt there's been some changes.
Time never stands still, as you grow.
I see the same old faces,
That the years have left its mark.
Beauty is now subdued and wrinkled,
Yet within us, there is still a spark.
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