The Egyptian Writing

It is not a language: it is a masterpiece

Every line tells a story

Every wrinkle shows the proof

The ink colors the blank spaces

Dashing hues

Of irises, lips, thoughts, emotions

Ageing in a wistfully beautiful way

As we mature

We become poignantly sweet

With unique histories whispering

Our sorrows, love, and passion

I am an Egyptian writing

Hieroglyphics

Blending thoughts into mysterious symbols

I am enchantingly intriguing as I age, for I cannot be easily mined

For the Magnificent Jewels hidden deeply inside me:

Love, famly, frnds, hpe, g, c, ,

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