When beauty falls
with fleeting autumn,
colors fading further more,
you notice in the faultless mirrors
nuisance playing off your face;
chic shades you flaunt refuse to cover
an absent sparkle of your eyes,
a sudden fear cripples corners
of once appealing, pliant mouth.
Yet, grace is lasting
and so is sageness,
gained with each and every line;
a sole highlight gets only brighter —
your sublime mind.

December 22 , 2005

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