The Map
Her hands looked so very old.
Veins protruded like sandhills on a desert.
Her dry cracked skin resembled parched clay.
Fingers dangled displaying broken fingernails.
Obviously this poor dear soul had lived a hard life.
It is said that the eyes are the window to the soul.
I think the hands are the map to get there !
Copyright © Virginia Gelok | Year Posted 2021
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