Echoes of Age
Reflection
In the creases of time, a story unfolds,
A map of years, etched on her skin so bold.
Eyes that have seen the depths of dawn's gold,
And weathered storms that her soul has told.
Her gaze, a window to a life so real,
A testament to trials and to love that's felt.
The lines on her face, a topography of pain,
And yet, in her eyes, a spark remains.
A flame that flickers with a gentle might,
Guiding her through the dark of endless night.
With every wrinkle, a memory is stored,
A chronicle of laughter, tears, and more.
Her presence whispers tales of a life lived deep,
A journey through the seasons, in endless sleep.
In her eyes, a universe is born,
A cosmos of emotions, forever sworn.
To the beauty of a soul that's been refined,
By the fires of experience, and the winds of time.