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Glistening raindrops

on my window sill

stir long-lost memories

pouring goblets 

of wisdom so pure

Silver hair 

in the mirror

tell a tale

pouring goblets 

of subtle experience 

Sand footprints

leave a trail

of yester years

pouring goblets 

of the psalm of life

Sound of the

rocking chair

freshness of the rains

pouring goblets

of hope-filled remains