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The Beauty of the Fade

A poem

Dec 26, 2024

The years cycle by
And they have faded your face
Your eyes have become bird-like
And your lips turn downwards

Your brows grow lighter
And your nose bigger
Your spark dims
And your hands turn to claws.

You grow feathers instead of silken strands
Your nails are brittle and yellowed
Your skin is textured with history.

The years have mangled you
Spun you around
And stripped you of the glow of innocence.

Your eyes speak wisdom now.
They have seen war and death
and loss and betrayal and pain.

But once you’ve learned
That kindness is the only way
It will ignite a light in you
That cannot fade.