ലൈബ്രറി
പ്രൊഫൈൽ
Face
Face
1 min
176
There she was basking in the winter sun.
Sipping her morning tea and having fun.
Her wrinkles were the map of her golden soul
and astonishingly ,her hair was still as black as coal.
Her eye lines told of laughter and warm smiles.
Her forehead told of past worries and cries.
Her bright brown eyes were the most distinct in her face,
My Grandma, had a face which was full of grace.
