Age can offer no gentle tear
In reflection nothing is hidden
Neither the toil, neither the sorrow
The eyes are peculiar
Haunting trust and peace
Each weather lines
And each passion lifted
The hardened rose remains
Bruised petals, dull
Mar 12
Mar 12, 2026 at 1:30 PM UTC
Age can offer no gentle tear
In reflection nothing is hidden
Neither the toil, neither the sorrow
The eyes are peculiar
Haunting trust and peace
Each weather lines
And each passion lifted
The hardened rose remains
Bruised petals, dull