Her gown turns from purple to pasty white
And the bounce in her walk fades over time
The pigtails in her hair she no longer tied
And she is now characterized by contrite.
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How time takes its toll and wears on us all. A nicely written poem
Thanks
Most welcome NinjaGirl
🥷, this is subtle and heavy at the same time. Color fading, movement slowing, identity reshaping itself under pressure…it’s a small portrait that carries a lot of grief. Beautifully done. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you
Most welcome, my friend!
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