Wrinkles, crevices in the skin,
predictions of wisdom and knowledge, never age...

Three little words, "I am sorry",
minuscule, yet significant...

My computer - a dinosaur from the past.
Oh will it ever last...

Ripe old age
Ripe bananas...

Secrets are so hard to keep, it is true.
My heart is bursting, waiting to declare...

Reflections of soul,
what I see in the mirror...

Chocolate candy,
Light or dark, such a delight...

Ocean,
blue green waters...

Order, disorder.
Things arranged...

Harsh wind is blowing.
Dark clouds fill the sky today...

Morning solitude,
time alone to think of you...

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