Exceptional A free style poem Old age by robina1978

Who suddenly realises that he does not smell her coat anymore, the shine of her hair not sees anymore, how small her hands, hesitant her mouth. He knows: we can only grow old, each on its own. Dying because of increasing thirst, live with less and less water. Recognized Author Notes Many thanks to Angelheart for the gorgeous art.

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