SAPIENTA UXOR
Worn paths lead to comfort in familiar fading light
Aged bones find wisdom in grey hair
Wrinkles whisper softly
'Listen to my knowing heart
Listen to my silent voice
Embrace these aged bones'
As wisdom accrued during those years remain silent
I try to remember who i was,
Before you showed me who I could be.
I am your shadow.
In fragile moments refined through pain I stand tall
To the world you are one person,
To one person YOU are the world
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