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Rated: E · Poetry · Personal · #2160568
Man's mistakes and worries mark our landscape.
In looking at the weathered landscape...

I see:
Deep ravines, ravaged by time,
Brush, hoary with age,
Empty spaces, wind-swept and worn.

A once pristine visage,
Now scarred, shows mans' abuse.

Each misstep has left its mark
A lifetime's cares in each crevasse.

A wealth of worry
for each missing strand.

What a devastating tool,
Is the mirror,
In the morning of life's waning.

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