The sparkle in her eyes
Time-trampled dies
Her visions fade.
Ceases all surprise
She needs no disguise
She is heaven made!
Devoid of youthful width
Her beauty has reached zenith
The skin though is pale.
Through her stressed breath
Breaking all myth
She is a jewel!
She has taken on her stride
The rough yet joyous ride
Bearing no malice.
She doesn't need to hide
The life's other side
She's in perfect bliss!
A really exceptional write a story of a woman who has aged with the kind of grace and beauty that only comes from within well that's my read on it Well done
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An amazing piece on a concept of fleeting beauty coming to an edge with grace and bliss.......outstanding