Fractured Serenity

In the crumbling walls, a reflection stares, A face etched with the passage of cares. Dust and grime, a story unfold, Of trials faced, and moments told. The gentle curve of a youthful cheek, Contrasts with the ruin that speaks. Of times worn down, and beauty rare, A fleeting peace, beyond compare. The eyes, once bright, now dimly shine, A window to a soul divine. The texture rough, the surface worn, A testament to life's sweet scorn. Yet, in the decay, a beauty lies, A fractured serenity, a surprise. A moment's peace, amidst the pain, A respite from the world's refrain. In this worn visage, we see our own, A reflection of the trials we've known. The dust and grime, a reminder of our past, A story told, in the lines that forever last.