What is fourty and what twenty, twenty more new-years apart, numbers to scale and measure, more memories to treasure?
Angay
Enlightened.
Her nails tell the story of her toil,
Her wrinkles of many creases of memories,
Sans teeth a second childhood,
Her silver hair old and bold,
Her calm eyes balm my soul,
Her expression, just priceless~
(ps- This photograph is not mine)
