Veiled Wisdom
Reflection
In the folds of time, a face emerges,
A canvas of age, etched with stories untold.
The veil whispers secrets of ancient lore,
Its threads spun from the wisdom of yore.
Eyes that have seen the rise and fall of empires,
Bearing witness to the dance of light and shadow.
The beard, a river of silver, flows with grace,
A testament to the passage of days.
The shadows play upon the contours of life,
Each line a chapter in the book of time.
The gaze, piercing yet gentle, invites reflection,
A mirror to the soul, a beacon of light.
In this portrait, we see ourselves reflected,
For in the eyes of the wise, we find our own.
The veil, a symbol of mystery and truth,
Guides us through the labyrinth of our being.
Let this image be a reminder of the journey,
A call to embrace the wisdom within.
For in the depths of the soul, we find the answer,
And in the eyes of the wise, we find our way.