I see the silver in my hair And feel the winter in my bones… Time has had its way with me, A tale that everybody knows. But never will I wish away This hard earned evolution. Seems to me the gift of time Is a sensual revolution. The me that I have now become, Can linger on the taste of words Has finally found a deep delight In the handling of my curves I know that touch takes many forms And if you listen, spirits soar. No, I do not wish for youth… I’m embracing this delicious truth.
-Donna Dawkin
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