Hissing day and night
Around the loop of the ear
Crawling and shinning they ignite
At the top of the hair.
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Stepping into the space of wisdom thise silver strands reflect a lifetime. Beautiful poem.
How well you write. A pleasure to read and realize the beauty of the words and verses that come together and into the heart, slide
Ha ha ha.....True as we grow old they start to appear from nowhere, reminding us that black days. Great satire,100**********
I always love the depth of your thoughts Rameeza