Corrugated face
wispy strands of grey
back bent with time
she hobbles down the road
destination unknown.
Neighborhood crone
we watch with fear
the mirror of how
we shall soon become.
She mutters incantations
to ghosts we can not see
crossing our path
with timeless misery.
I see that crone in me.
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Wow, that was a powerful image and story. Bravo.
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Bravo…I like that. Good photographer, a pen that obeys Source. Hugs, pat
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Of course. Hugs!
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i had felt the magic within you, time to see this magick will follow me to our destiny…
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