.
i know the changes
so many
so soon they seem
to roll on by
i see the faces
through the glass
through the ghostly goodbyes
of time
.
time
time
.
i know the changes
so many
so soon they seem
to roll on by
i see the faces
through the glass
through the ghostly goodbyes
of time
.
Those glasses. This is chill bumpy.
The ghostly goodbye of time.. That's quotable, Nance.
This is really so touchingly beautiful.
I look in the mirrorand see the changes I never imaginedwould affect me,sometimes forgettingthat each crow's foot and gray hairbrings me just a bit closerto forever beauty.
Photo and poem… hauntingly beautiful.