Faces

Quote: I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.” – Khalil Gibran Faces, like pages in an unwritten book, Each line, a story untold, waiting to be explored. Eyes, the windows to hidden galaxies, Reflecting the universe of emotions within. In the depth of gaze, secrets reside, Echoes of joy and shadows of sorrow intertwine. Cheeks, a canvas brushed by the hand of time, Touched by the hues of laughter and tears. Every curve tells of moments lived, A sculpture carved by the passage of years. Lips, poets of unspoken verses, Uttering tales in smiles and silences. Whispers of love, and echoes of pain, Spoken and unspoken, a language plain. Faces, landscapes shaped by life's sculpting hands, A fusion of light and shadow, where stories expand. In the mosaic of humanity, diverse and vast, Faces, the poetry of the present and the past.