It is morning
it was morning yesterday
it will be morning tomorrow
i have seen it so many times
heard the birds singing
saw the sun rising
yet each time
it is like the first time
all over again
i look at my hands
i see how aged they are
how old am i ?
when will i be too old
to be young again ?
for now
for me
there is this morning
and i am but a baby
at the birth of a new world.
– ahasver
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