Time traced the
Edges of his face, as
Delicately as lace, but
As steadily as
Trickling sand
It wove its way
Around his knuckles, and
Made them creak
When they bent.
It snaked
Between the creases
At the corners of his eyes,
Darkening.
It soaked his hair
From its roots, turning
Its ever-thinning strands
Gray and fragile.
It cast its gaze
Upon his joints, and
His knees and elbows
Began to ache
And groan.
As steadily as
Trickling sand, but
As delicately as lace,
Time traced the
Edges of his face.
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Twisted Dreams
PoetryA collection of short stories, poems, and half-written ramblings. ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 dream \ ˈdrēm \ 1 : a series of thoughts, visions, or feelings that happen during sleep ~•°•°-----------------------------------《☆》 night·m...
