Dried lips still curved into a smile and etched lines evident on the surface
A vessel wrapped in porcelain skin, turned course and pale
Silver stained hair, loosely flowing, refined from ebony
A stance impaired by bones turned frail
I don't mind, I won't mind
These lines are drawn from spiraling thoughts
Triggered by emotions streaming from a heart of gold
Endless treasuries and tales from a fierce, passionate soul
that warrants itself timeless, marked with love - that never grows old
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Yes, my soul is timeless.
I'm working on a legacy, I have yet to reveal.
One step at a time.
Mark this year, as the start.