in your trembling voice
and wrinkled ridges,
opaque glazed eyes
and unsteady trudges;
in your careful stoop
and unhurried gestures,
withered smile
and laboured overtures;
I see a little something -
nameless, still aflame, shining,
that melts my frozen heart
without even trying.
and wrinkled ridges,
opaque glazed eyes
and unsteady trudges;
in your careful stoop
and unhurried gestures,
withered smile
and laboured overtures;
I see a little something -
nameless, still aflame, shining,
that melts my frozen heart
without even trying.
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