It does not change,
that sense of self,
of me and who I
am, even as the
seasons winnow
harvests of flesh,
ricks of wrinkles,
decorating the
landscape of days.
Eternal is the
feeling of who
I am, always a
presence; firm
foundation of
this being I call
me, beyond age.
that sense of self,
of me and who I
am, even as the
seasons winnow
harvests of flesh,
ricks of wrinkles,
decorating the
landscape of days.
Eternal is the
feeling of who
I am, always a
presence; firm
foundation of
this being I call
me, beyond age.
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