Behind the wrinkled eyes,
Behind the wet cheeks,
Behind the withered heart,
Behind the aching feet,
She smiles.
And I swear,
My grandma
Is more beautiful
Than anyone
Can ever be.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry'I wanted to speak oceans, but only told you a drop.' #itsnotaphase {Started on Jan 10, 2017} {Ended on April 1, 2018} #1 in poetry (when the ranks used to actually matter) for 365 days (and more).
