03-26-2013, 11:34 AM
Granny
Qxc2
Gray hair,
hunched back,
wrinkles,
walking stick.
Life leaves imprints on its canvas
with too much colours, too much fervour.
It evolves from hyperrealism to impressionism,
leaving only shadows of previous portraits
on the same canvas.
Losses,
fatigue,
worries,
obstinance.
Scars of when she got her back against the ocean,
of when trials and challenges excite,
and of when she could still taste the sweetness of life.
Time left apathy, took away the sparkle from her eyes and the curve of her lips
when she realized she outlived all her sons.
Qxc2
Gray hair,
hunched back,
wrinkles,
walking stick.
Life leaves imprints on its canvas
with too much colours, too much fervour.
It evolves from hyperrealism to impressionism,
leaving only shadows of previous portraits
on the same canvas.
Losses,
fatigue,
worries,
obstinance.
Scars of when she got her back against the ocean,
of when trials and challenges excite,
and of when she could still taste the sweetness of life.
Time left apathy, took away the sparkle from her eyes and the curve of her lips
when she realized she outlived all her sons.
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