On occasion I think of your face.
I am compelled by your expressions
of a true conversational understanding.
Your wisdom has surpassed your time.
The chiseled features and the grand
escape from age you have managed
to achieve while keeping your skin fair.
A timeless look is yours. A love for the past and
a knowledge of things one deems pertinent.
I can speak to you dear sister. You are a
charm. A gift that blossomed from a drearier time.
As one with a similar passion for life
we speak a language, together, that is
abundant... a spectrum large.
And on we go as our lives change.
A friendship has been born.
Copyright 01-05-2009 ©® Sarah Sisson
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