Growing with Earth's slow rotation
shadows reach for the days lost youth,
like an elderly woman reminiscing
about the joys of yesterday.
Disappearing as night advances
shadows fade into the darkness,
like the disappointment of a elderly man,
letting go of yesterdays fears.
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