Eyes milky with age
glossed with muted sparkle
Voice trembles
Words mix awkwardly
Strengthened by long ago character.
The young woman, the core of her elder self,
still learning, finally lets
vitality fly into the ether.
The old one’s form and substance
from all the growing up and growing through the years
washed and tucked away in many memories.
“Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.”
~ John Keats
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