By JH Sayyar
Hollow cheeks that once with laughter glowed,
Now bear the mark of time’s relentless hand;
Where youth’s bloom in flush of crimson showed,
Now silence reigns, like footprints in the sand.
Eyes still may spark with memories grown dim,
Yet shadows stretch beneath their weary gaze;
The flesh recedes the frame grows frail and slim,
As dusk replaces youth's resplendent days
But though the face may lose its glowing grace,
A deeper beauty does rise from within—
The soul still lights the weathered face,
A flame that fights the shadows closing in
For time can steal the rose from mortal skin,
But not the strength of all that lies therein
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