Wrinkles

Wrinkles are rivers of time,
flowing across the face of life.
Each line whispers a memory,
each fold carries quiet grace.

They are maps of endurance,
etched by laughter and tears.
Proof that beauty is not fleeting,
but deepened through the years.

Every crease is a story told,
a testament to love and loss.
The skin becomes sacred parchment,
where wisdom is gently embossed.

See also: When I Young