If only
you can see the future
You won’t get hung up
on wrapping your arms
around the memory
of your thriving youth
The old self you shed
pushing outward
to form calluses
telling the world
that you are wiser
by counting the rings
of your wrinkles
You never see the future
of your exhausted face
made into sheets of canvas
for beauty to take forms
pleasing to our eyes
and souls
Tree and Paper

rings round my eyes
caw ! crows feet
taint tha neat
the man on the can ooof
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Thank you for your creative commend John. Hope you are well.
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Beautiful ❤🌟🌱🌹💫🌿
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Thank you so much 🥰
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It’s a pleasure 🌹🌟
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The last paragraph stunningly weaved.
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Thank you Kritika! ☺️
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Pleasure 🙂
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Wow. I’m proud that my little prompt provoked such art.
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That makes smile. Thank you for inspiring me to write.
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A beautifully wise write, Cassa.
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Thank you Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Cassa! Always.
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Yes, wisdom doesn’t come easy. But its beauty is incomparable. 🙂
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The beauty and wisdom of trees laid bare. Beautiful
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This was so beautiful and well crafted!
Blessings!
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Thanks Ana! 😊
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