AS BEAUTY DRAINS FROM HER EYES
(Dedicated to the Elderly 👵 )
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See her fight in walking 🚶
With pains she make her stalling...
Feeling the ground for balance
Shoving off stones like the days
She danced....
Even now,at her very old age
She bears the essence of her image.
The waist that once drew admiration..
The hips which melodiously craved
Unopposed fascination....
This day is beheld by eyes of pity
And harvests but feelings
Of sympathy cause as the beauty
Fades in the sights..
It drains down into chaste ❤️
Now the strength and guts
Are gone☹️☹️
The ones she did take
To the drums and gungs
She halts to draw a
Breath or more...
As she tilts her head
And give a mourn...
Her hips no longer sweep
The head of suitors...
This is now does to her track
As she raises dust......
This day,
She's no less like strangers
Whose roots are anarchronistic
Embers as she live in another's age
Nor where their eyes
And souls are set
For in worthless ado
Strength and head are met....
She can hear the calls of her ancestors
As much as she wailings and chuckles of her daughters-in-law... With the demands of her children's children.
Daylight means nothing as much as it might
When she drank the airs of the moonlight
nightfall she awaits for the touch of Celesta....
Dedicated _to_the_Elderly.
©Steveandy💕💕
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