AN AGE COMES - alhram elmasry news

 

Brixhilda Dede

There comes an age when you start to choose people. 

You keep only the voices you like to hear, 

those that fill your days with vitality and joy, 

with the truths that breathe inside you. 

There comes a time when jewelry seems superfluous, 

like foreign objects, like worthless silicon. 

And your mother's words rise in your mind, 

a jewel of the soul that she holds and carves with care. 

There comes an age when your hair turns white like calm snow, and memories lie like old gold in your mind. 

You think about how many rivers have poured water into your sea, but you, always bring to mind the white moon.