Wrinkles
If wrinkles could speak,
They would talk about the journey of helplessness that the heart traversed with the flickering lights of hope for a better tomorrow.
They would tell the days
Of endless waits where every minute felt like ages that would carry a change you wished for.
Wrinkles hold memories
Etched with hardships, covering silent tears, full of experiences, lessons, and priceless moments.
Paperwiff
by pragyanparimitananda