Age’s Divide
Hands smooth
Another rough
Eyes that know little of weighted sorrow
Eyes weak with from repetitive crashing waves
Soft innocence and roses fill her cheeks
The marks of the Grand Canyon line her face
Words are shared along with heart
Ears accept the broken heart with love
Her spirit soars over mountain and dares to dream
Two alike spirits which soar over the very gap of time.
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the very gap of time.
What a lovely phrase.