Blessed!

My wrinkles hold many memories tucked between their folds,

to be buried with me.

Today, I look into the mirror,

 proud of each scar I carry, each joy I experienced.

As the moonlight casts its lambent glow,

I smile, celebrating my journey of life.

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dVerse qaurdrille #155 : celebrate

My Life Story!

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The life’s mirror reflects

a face matured with the grace

glowing to the mellow radiance of sunset.

Chapped lips smile, braving the many

 harsh winters of life with courage.

Each wrinkle unfolds a story of grit and valor,

 walking on the arduous thorny cobbled trails.

Today,

The eyes reflect benign complacency

watching the seeds then sown

sprout into lush verdants.

Towering boughs spread out

as deep roots embedded with values hold them strong.

The road I chose

 didn’t bestow me much material prosperity,

but,

my soul amassed a wealth beyond measure

my sanguine heart brims with contentment,

I lived each moment, as a celebration of life!

Sadje’s What do you see #52

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