I no longer grieve at thepassing years

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I gaze at the streets around me.
There are no limits in sight.
And discuss philosophy,
with the Chinese lady who
reads books in English.
My only companion in the
search for the way.
From time to time
my mind is at peace,
and then less so.
But always, whatever way I look.
A solitary moon and
a solitary sun shine.
And life and death?
Well, both of them seem good.

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