Fine Lines

Age rings dance around her eyes,

wrinkle in action

with miniature animation.

Words of the less spoken,

but roads more travelled,

all mapped across the lines.

Waves crash and subside,

baring souls of the unexposed

inner. For years leave footprints

on new untouched soil.

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