The Ridges on his Countenance


A piece of history reside in each wrinkle

One that might have been forgotten

Yet one that disagrees not with past happenings.

He may choose to tell these stories

Share a piece of wisdom

Or he may just keep it within

A secret for eternity

Leaving us with nothing but suspense,

As we stare at the ridges on his countenance.

By Daniella Djiogan

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