Day 112 : Black and White

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

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.