There's creases near your eyes now.
There's a depth to your smile.
Waves of life, waded and pushed through,
have shown on your hands after a while.
The grey in your hair, not a show of fading memory,
but the smoothing of the stone, or the driftwood, gifted by the sea.
You went through the depths for me.
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This seems an acknowledgement of friendship and its course in the past. Well written
Thank you, Soren. -RnR
You are most welcome
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