Friday, April 29, 2016

#23. Wrinkles

Source: Framed Figments

These creases, on the skin once bright and youthful
They hold stories, may be more than a million
Of the days now called past, those nights of dreams
And mornings of new blue sky
Those lines speak of the life left behind,
One of love mixed with pain
And of colorful memories now stocked in black and white
Decades spent, some in glory, some in regret
They all hide here, in these wrinkles.

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