[Those were days to be remembered.]
When the stars painted in my eyes were but a hollow gold and the feel of a skeletal hand to slender visage was :china/brittle
off-white and antique
and beautiful.
A single Lily, in the hair, an orchid on the wrist
[one for good luck, I suppose]
.Gaudy;beautiful
Rainy nights walked without an umbrella
We were brave souls, not fancy]
Crystal chariots
Came bearing Dahlias
You always smelled the sweetest
But your smell, [your shine] has faded now
Not quite so glitzy/trendy/beautiful
Only paled with age
Seemlingly just a frangrent
Promises of heady aromas
-euphoria through senses hieghtened]
Age has played fair with you, my dear
But have you played fair with life?
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