Silently dancing within, repairing life's shortcomings, aspiring to heaven once again.
Whirling inside, feeling free, stepping lightly, no remorse, no tears.
Life gallantly being lived, love surrounding days of old.
Melancholy death lying sweetly in a bed of grass, awaiting the time it will be awakened to steal across evening tides, gathering withered petals - aged - in it's cloak.
Standing at the furthest horizon, seeking lightened knowledge, joy and happiness in the ever darkening twilight of life.
Feeling warmly happy, contented, peaceful, quietly serene, facing the golden years just ahead, silently dancing within.
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