Seasons
Many seasons have passed
since we met.
Tiny wrinkles and creases
have sneaked in
to mark tiny paths.
Yet, when I look at you
I see you as you are now,
but I also see within you
the young lover when we met,
that time tries to hide.
But I still see and smile,
Many seasons have passed.
tch c. 2018: Terre’s Blog – Women of All Seasons
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