that you are still
what you are
immovable
a stone
bearing all the imprints
of wind & weather
yet
unchangeable
still I
I fly above the whole thing
grow younger everyday
crackless, forgetful perhaps
that you still hold my hand
& kiss & cuddle
despite the
all & everything
makes one, anyone wonder
Well, I don't -
I'm not
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