Fancy never wrinkles,
soul doesn't suffer arthritis,
passion's fire
gives mind's eyes
winged sight
regardless of time's gravity.
Heart passes yesteryear's
desire's graffiti
remembers taste of lust's ice cream,
and hunger that brought thunder to bones.
Wandering in withering steps,
ever immortal in brain,
child rocked in reverie's cradle,
never forgets creativity's rhythm,
especially when heart feels echoes
strolling places
once flowing with gratification's fount
but now are dream's cemetery.








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