By Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm
At what age are you expired?
too old for sex
too old for romance
too old to exist.
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The cold is seeping into my bones
and my mind is stiff with desire.
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Is passion an invention for the young?
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A lifetime of broken hearts
carved into each wrinkle
sagging body bit
meant nothing?
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At the end of my journey
by my bag tricks
to the day
my heart ceases to be.
12 replies on “Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm | Is passion an invention for the young? (149)”
Damn. Short, but striking and brutally honest. Awesome stuff ❤
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Thank you. I was very angry, as far as I can recall 😁😁😁
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Amazing poetry shared.
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We are never too old for passion. We need someone to excite our soul dear poet. We must excite the mind first and we need someone to need us, like we are their last breathe and they are our last breathe. Can happen.. The photo was beautiful also.
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Thanks John. 🙂
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I do believe. When we are falling in love. When someone that can make us smile. Is our best days. Dear Nguyễn, I loved your work today. You are amazing.
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Thank you again John, stay connected yeah. God bless. xx
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Thank you dear Nguyễn.
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A powerful punch.. poets have eternal youth and live well past our expiration date 🙂❤️
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heheh :))
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😀😀😀
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