Wrinkled faces
each indentation telling a story
of a time past,
and whimsical dreams.
Indentations of tormented moments,
deep thoughts,
and life through squinted eyes.
The face once smooth
now hold wrinkles,
it can now cradle and contain
the tears that flow.
Happiness of birth and sorrow
from death,
driven aches of fear,
and the thrill from delight.
The past etched in the faces
like words etched in granite stone,
Dearly Beloved.
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