Wrinkles on my face
Poetic lines of life
I sang all through
My troubled life...
Stole the lingering
Bloom of youth....
Thoughts racing
Not reflecting
In my eyes...
Yet shines!
Amazing epiphanies,
Seemingly random details
Form themselves into
Coherent patterns
And a ....broad smile
Cross on my lips...
© 2018 B.S.Saroja
18/07/2018
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