Beauty aging

Beauty aging

In morning’s glow, a girl stands tall,

Her eyes like dew, her voice a call,

With laughter pure, her spirit bright,

A dance of dawn, in softest light.

Her hair a cascade, long and beautiful

Her cheeks like roses, gently spread,

A bloom of youth, untouched by time,

A beautiful song, a whispered time.

As years unfold, her beauty grows,

In ways the heart alone knows.

Lines of wisdom, softly traced,

In every smile, a love embraced.

Her hair now silver, moonlit streams,

Her eyes, the keepers of her dreams,

A graceful strength, serene and mild,

The tender beauty of time's child.

With each new dawn, her captivating smile,

A living journey of dreams,

For beauty, true, does not decay,

But shifts and shines in its own way.

Omatee Ann Marie Hansraj

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