Weathered

Silent,Weathered grey,Craggy lined bark,Immobile in its place.Older than the new growth around,Waiting through the yearsFor the passage of timeTo wear awayAnd beginAgain. ~ Katie Dion

Twilight Strolls

Hazy twilight strolls, When day and night gently caress each other, In perfect harmony, Like lovers grown old together.   ~ Katie Dion

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