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Winding Down

Poetry By: Love Reaper
Poetry



I was talking to a wise women and this is what I saw...


Submitted:Apr 5, 2009    Reads: 114    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   


Time tore her down...
But beauty still strikes in her eyes...
Beauty, mystery, in her face...
But with time,
Set in wrinkle,
Like a filthy shirt...
Twenty years ago,
Intoxicating and devouring her men,
A panther in the night,
Master of disguise...
Time caught her,
Tore her down...
Toned and strong,
The feline she is and now was...
Time got to her...
She's not as swift as she use to be,
Time is killing her...
From birth to wisdom,
Indeed she has captured,
Her hands say she is a rigid worker...
Her skin says she's as smooth as silk,
Her hair invade,
With thin blood lines of gray...
She has aged...
If you look into her freshly leaf green eyes,
You will fall back in time,
See who she was,
See her life line,
See everything until this point...
She is much different from now...
Time tore her down,
For better and for worse...





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