@Greekli77 That beauty hides unseen.
Not flawless skin, but story deep,
Where secrets of the body sleep.
A dancer’s strength, a goddess’ rest,
Each wrinkle earned, each crease confessed.
So mock not feet with folds so fine,
For they have walked the edge of time.
And in their prints,
@Greekli77 Behold the canvas of a life well-worn,
Each wrinkle carved where grace is born.
Curves like whispers, folds like fate,
Time leaves kisses we can’t recreate.
Toes curled proud, like petals tight,
Bathed in morning’s honeyed light.
A shimmer glossed with softest sheen,
Proof