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The image features a textured portrait of an elderly woman with silver hair, gazing thoughtfully. A vibrant rose in the foreground adds a poignant touch to the scene.
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In the gentle hush of evening’s sigh,
A thoughtful Elderly Woman stands,
Rose flower trembling in her hands,
Silver hair like dawn-lit sky.
She gazes thoughtfully at her home village,
Where rooftops glimmer in worn embrace,
Each window touched by memory’s grace,
Each shadow a silent pilgrimage.
A poignant touch—years gone by—
Unfolds in the corners of her eyes,
Where laughter still, in secret, lies
Beneath the timeless, open sky.
Happy childhood—how it dances and gleams
In the fields where wildflowers grow,
And the river’s hush, slow and low,
Carries fragments of vanished dreams.
Among birch and pine in the emerald wood,
Mushroom picking with her mother,
Their laughter mingled with birdsong—another
Day spun golden, another leaf understood.
Hands in earth, hearts entwined,
Sunbeams broken on mossy stone—
Now, with only the forest grown,
She gathers memories left behind.
The rose in her palm, velvet and frail,
Breathes of all she has loved and known,
Of the cottage, the path, the fields overgrown—
Of stories the silver cannot pale.
So she stands in the hush, in the afterglow,
With thoughtful grace and eyes grown deep,
Cradling the years she longs to keep
Like petals the twilight wind won’t let go.
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AI generated poem