Journey

Journey (1)

Time carries me, a river
Graceful falls
Wild rapids
Creases on cheeks
Map tributaries
Cracked lips
Islands of sand
When young I complained
Of wet and cold
Time meanders and
Increasingly I reminisce
And smile fondly
This ephemeral journey
Map of my life
[DB]
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