Well Aged
In love,
I let the world drift.
Sunsets stream
and mountains lift.
In love,
I let the barrier fall.
Footprints crunch
and snowflakes fall.
In love,
a most vulnerable state.
A fevered walk,
through a mysterious gate.
In love,
perhaps once true.
Still unsure,
how I made it through.
January 2013
Gary Pilarchik
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