There's new wrinkles on my hands that weren't there before
It's beautiful how you can see one's life through the markings of their skin
Smile lines,
crows feet,
gray hair
The body's way of storytelling
What kind of story will my body eventually tell?
A good one, I hope
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Velvet Words at Sunset | Poetry
Poetrysad poems for me to reflect on, sometimes sprinkled with hope
