It was for the probing breeze
Like a sudden revelation your silver streaks...
Came to me uncorked...
And I was left with shocks...
For your countenance...
Had a youthful lustre dense...
For your attitude...
Had all the remnants of a gayful mood...
But those white streaks...
Your experience leaked...
Those thin silver lines...
Carried a contrary sign...
A sign never thought would be...
In you for me to see...
Loved really that sweet contrast
Of wisdom getting a vivacious touch...
It lent you a rarity...
Of naivete...kissing urbanity...
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