“Autobiography of a Face”

The wrinkles of time crease her face.

Every line leaves a trace.

Her ruby red lips seem out of place.

Her nose a tiny button.

Her blue almond shaped eyes peer from a brow of snow.

Sparkling with delight.

Sparking a secret wisdom.

A deluge of knowledge.

Threatnening to boil over.

The wrinkles of time crease her face.

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