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Antiquated Grandeur

I could leaf through each year, from her radiant face,

It was seamed with wrinkles, which revealed it all,

Rest of the story was in abysmal depth of those beautiful eyes,

From where the drops could anytime fall.

She was a beauty of yesteryears,

I heard the people say,

Nevertheless i believe, the time had enthroned her,

In its own gracefully skillful ways.