AGE
Years pile up like shadows, long and still,
Etching the limits of dreams and will.
Youth, a spark, now smothered by grace,
But the soul's depth, no moment can erase.
In quiet lines, in silver threads,
A life at one time was lived and spread.
For age is not a closing page,
But a mirror that reflects an endless stage.
Copyright © Prisha Shrivastava | Year Posted 2024
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