Beauty Fades
Beauty is age,
pious and loving.
An old woman's hands,
folding in on themselves,
wrinkles on parchment paper skin,
crevasses cutting through freckled pores.
Gnarled fingers pressed,
dried petals on a withered rose,
extended from frail arms.
Fragile bones
move with fragile grace,
locked away
from all eyes save
God's.
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