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When images of the past come to mind, and when not

When munching on bread:

Flowing field windswept
the rustling grain
soggily it wept
in bursting rain

When sipping coffee:

In heat shimmering
ripe the red beans
glowing glimmering
on hillside greens

When walking on a wood floor:

Stately tall the trees
branches sweeping the sky
swaying in brisk breeze
reaching where eagles fly

While when looking in the mirror:

My old face has since long been cast
recalls not the youth of its past

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Falling asleep & waking up together

At night as become the rite
we blessedly tether
Then before the dawn’s scant light
we wake up together

We shall find comes daybreak
that the harsh world is still there
but jointly to partake
shall be easier to bear

We’re feeling supported thus bolder
when completed by each other
Watching over the other’s shoulder
glad to be here, nowhere rather

While one of us one day
may shiver alone
we shall suffer what may
But not bitter cold:

for by The Past’s glowing embers
warmed, as he or she remembers