In her present I see the glimpse of her past,
She glides through the crowd with enchanting grace,
I smile at her warmly, and see her smile back,
With that light that fills her whole face.
In her present I see the glimpse of her past,
Stealing glances, now and again,
Even through the plastic smiles,
I see the trace of pain.
In her present I see the glimpse of her past,
The wrinkles show she's aged,
But through sun and storm, she's strong and brave,
Like a calming sea, once raged.
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