Years

A setting sky of farewell rays,
A lonesome friendly star.
A heart that ages like sweet wine,
A home that’s never far.

Old calendars on the wall,
Candles from last year.
Faded paper kites in dreams
That never stopped being near.

Bark and old leaves falling past,
Beloved tender ends,
A life that gains in pages yet
Writ by myself and friends.

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