pretending
nothing has happened
wrinkles deepen
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6 comments:
Your poem is being scrutable.
In all of us I do believe. Well done :)
You know, those wrinkles might have deepend anyway. mine sure are!
nessa - life makes it so...
thom - but in some sooner than the others... thanks :)
quilly - i blame it on the time ;)
haha
The depth of wrinkles would show person's maturity in life.
Now, I wish I could pretend on those wrinkles. Great haiku. Have a wonderful week :)
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