Eyes of the Eternal
Reflection
In the depths of her gaze, a universe unfolds,
A tapestry of time, woven with threads of gold.
Her eyes, windows to the soul, hold the weight of ages,
A silent witness to the trials and the pages.
The wrinkles etched upon her face, stories untold,
Each line a chapter in the book of her soul.
The red shawl, a fiery embrace, cradles her being,
A symbol of warmth, a talisman of meaning.
Her eyes, a mirror reflecting the world's pain,
Yet they hold a light, a spark of hope again.
In her gaze, we see ourselves, our own journey's path,
A reminder that strength lies within the heart.
Through the shadows and the light, her eyes guide us,
A beacon of wisdom, a timeless guide.
Let her presence be a reminder of resilience,
That even in age, the spirit can still sing.
For in her eyes, we find not just her story,
But a reflection of our own, a mirror to our glory.
May her gaze inspire us to embrace the unknown,
And walk with courage, where the path is shown.