Echoes of Age

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.