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The creases on your forehead
Remind me of the old willow tree
in the garden back there
With it's wry and withered branches
And it's soft and tender leaves.
Years of existence has wilted it's woody bark,
And shrunken it's figure to a stoop
Fading away is it's magnificence
And so is senility preying on you.
And yet the willow is beautiful
In a million different ways,
and those creases on your forehead
Define you in a billion little ways.
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Dedication:
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The ABC of Life
PoetryJust a tiny little collection of words... Enjoy reading! Cover courtesy: @atroXity (I do not own any of the images)
