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An elderly man with a long white beard stands on a wooden porch beside a serene river, surrounded by lush greenery. Sunlight filters through trees, illuminating the rustic scene.
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Reflections from the Wooden Porch
An elderly man stands on a wooden porch,
Where the serene river glides in endless song,
Surrounded by lush greenery, a gentle approach
To a life that’s been quiet, yet quietly strong.
Sunlight filters through trees, illuminating
The rustic rails, the veranda worn smooth by years,
Solitude settles, warmly captivating—
A hush in the air, softening all fears.
Desire flickers lightly in dusky gold beams,
Reflecting in eyes that remember the chase,
While longing drifts lazily through half-remembered dreams,
And memories ripple—each one finds its place.
The passage of time, like the river, flows on,
Carrying laughter and loss, serenity and pain.
In the warmth of the sunset, he lingers alone,
Inviting the silence, embracing the gain.
Here on this porch, in the hush of the green,
Life gathers in moments, both fleeting and true.
Serene is the present, where longing has been,
And memories blossom in sunlight anew.
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AI generated poem