In the mirror’s gentle gleam, we seeLines etched softly, like whispers of timeStories unfold in each crease and foldA tapestry…
In the mirror’s gaze, stories unfold, Lines and creases, tales once untold. Silver strands dance in the morning light, A…
As leaves turn golden, our days unfold, In whispered winds, stories are told. Together we walk through seasons’ grace, A…
Oh, the years have flown, like birds in the sky, Wrinkles and wisdom, a twinkle in the eye. Candles on…
In the mirror, a strangerâs face I see, Lines and wrinkles tell tales of glee, Yet within these marks, stories…
In the whisper of morning light, Lines etch softly upon the face, Each a story, a silent fight, A testament…