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RE: Being 44 is Like 4:30 in the Afternoon
I think once we reach our 40s, even though the upholstery on the furniture is a wee bit worn, we tend to enjoy the moments in life, like a nice warm cup of tea, as your eyes gaze and get lost on the morning dew that clings ever so gently as diamonds upon the crimson petals of a rose. Or the splendor of the sun peeking out of Nut's starry garments as if wanting to set the skies on fire ... before heading to sleep. I enjoyed your writing Yahia and watching you on video was nice too. Many blessings to you beautiful heart keep shining (^_^) and thank you for this delightful poem.
Yes, as we get broken in by life, we slow down a little, and are more sensitized/appreciative of the little things - as you lyrically describe :) Thank you, for your warm attention and encouragement. Blessing back your way, Blanca _/|_