inner beauty is ageless forever shines
heart and soul seem ever young not
knowing understanding they are aging
as for that face of truth staring back
harsh in the mirror morning light
a look across time in memories
sublime softens the morning glare
when the artist of soulful heart
can shave with skill male
or apply makeup female
without a thought to realities
face in glass mirror images
there is something about sincere
loving souls which is ever ageless?
Terence George Craddock (Afterglows Echoes Of Starlight)
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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