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SKIN
Contributed by
Nardo
on
Tuesday, 4th January 2005 @ 10:28:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Young skin
fresh from birth.
Soft
smooth
veins like road maps
lead to the very heart
of stories
yet to be told.
Time is like a stone
thrown into a pond
leaving ripples,
each one telling
the accounts
of this young skin
growing firm
and more firm
as season pass.
Adulthood provides
scars,
indications that this soul has lived
as the map grows
and stories are told.
The heart
now bigger
pumping harder
blood like fire
racing through the
veins.
Traggedy
love
freinds
family
becomes cities
and towns
on this road map
of the soul.
Soon enough
time takes it's
sour toll
on this skin
now aged and sagging
like a book
whos pages
are yellowed
tattered
and
torn,
forgotten on the shelf.
To me,
this skin is the best,
for it knows
what the young does not
it can provide history
on the face,
love from the heart
and a kind of energy
from the hands
that only comes with age
before this skin returns
from where it came.
Copyright ©
Nardo
... [
2005-01-04 10:28:48] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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