Hidden in these wrinkles is a long tale.
A Laughter that didn’t escape his lips,
Tears that didn’t roll down his cheeks.
Remnants of sighs that are held in his heart,
Impending sorrow that hid in his eyes.
Too long this phase has lasted to end now,
It will stay where it is destined
In the inner recesses of his heart.
Behind him those winters
Yet chilling more to come.
Hidden in these wrinkles
Is a person nobody knew.
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