One Gray Hair
As a feeling of being young
And being able to hold breathe
I took myself to swim along
To the far far ends of the Earth
While doing it
I got afraid
I tried to ignore the knee bang
That came with a wave underneath
Gray hair reflected as watch rung
Started being afraid of depth
The gray got bold
I am so old
Date : 10 March 2018
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