in the mirror

In the Mirror 
♡ 

In the mirror’s dim curve, a tale unfolds— 
Crow’s feet stretch outward, times of glee retold. 
Faint grooves carved by sleepless nights and sun, 
Each mark a trace of battles lost and won.

Liver spots flicker like lanterns on skin, 
Moments of joy, where sorrow runs thin. 
A patchwork sewn from laughter and strain, 
Held together by memory’s thread and rain.

These signs don’t whisper—they speak out loud,
Of love that burned bright, of standing proud. 
In every crease, a chapter remains— 
Grit, grace, and the weight of hard-earned gains.

Let time be the sculptor, steady and bold, 
Shaping our edges in bronze and gold. 
In the bend of the spine, in the softened gaze, 
We gather ourselves in the quietest ways.




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