I am old.
I am growing old.
I grew old when it dawned on me, age comes with undeniable life.
Being aged is just a nominal number.
Age is not a pursuit of time lived,age is pursuit of how the time was lived.
My eyes are old enough to see it all.
My heart is old enough to know it all.
I have lived enough to stop it all.
Nevertheless;the age, the experience is not mine to stall.
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blac(n)k cosmos
Poetryworld i could not tell, my dear. I'll tell the world.We are made of star dust,you and i, you and the universe.Let me resonate with you.
