The brooding expression and the dim smile,
Crackled corners of once beautiful eyes.
Crow’s feet and the wrinkles casting their anchor,
They have finally decided to stay.
Ah! The once blemish free skin
And the silky texture…
Nothing but the history for all the years to come.
Flowing, curly tresses have lost their sheen,
Tied into a tight small bun now,
A faint reminder of what once they had been.
Yet,
But, yet her fiery spirit has not been marred.
Her grit and resolve remain unbeaten,
So what, if in the flames of time and age
Her beauty is all lost and charred.
Destiny Poets
Uniting and celebrating the best "Writers" and "Poetry" from around the world centred out of Destiny Church Wakefield
This is moving. This is how love looks like. Riveting description.
Thanks Witty Fay.you write so beautifully that appreciation coming from u is very motivating.
A deftly wrought,highly evocative pen portrait.
Louis sir,its your guidance and motivation that I am able to write so much better.Thanks