**I know the contours of your face,
time molded it like clay
depreciated by blue moons,
your eyes are still deep pools
of history's mysteries and grace,
lived a thousand deaths,
exhaled many more intentions
years have deemed you wise,
yet, you never falter to inquire
universal burning notions,
exactly why your infectious smile
appears younger than
springtime baby's breath**
Apr 22, 2015
Apr 22, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
**I know the contours of your face,
time molded it like clay
depreciated by blue moons,
your eyes are still deep pools
of history's mysteries and grace,
lived a thousand deaths,
exhaled many more intentions
years have deemed you wise,
yet, you never falter to inquire
universal burning notions,
exactly why your infectious smile
appears younger than
springtime baby's breath**
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