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Penultimate visions of time
swirling as particles of
sand through an hourglass
capturing but unable to
hold youth’s victory over
age as the pendulum swings
keeping years in motion
forever capturing the sweet
smell of a rose’s passion a
memories bittersweet gift
while the petals wither to
vanish and die forgotten
© June 2011 Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
A bittersweet poem on life, Renee. Time stops for no-one. Nice write.
Pamela
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Time a precious commodity to enjoy while we have it. The here, the now is the most important treasure we have. Time to share, to love, to live fully in this moment, what else is there.The real truth is there is nothing on the outside of us, it is all an inside job to greet the world with compassion and wisdom. Candy
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a beautiful ode to aging.
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Bitter-sweetness of aging …
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