The streak of grey hairs,
a tell tale sign,
A reminder of many
seasons,
Come and gone.
A signpost of phases and
changes.
The voice, an alter ego;
Pubic hairs and mammary
endowments;
A signpost of the changes of
many moons
gone past.
The full bust of a woman,
In the prime of life,
Like the Sunflower poised,
...
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