A Place in Your Iris

And even so

At the edge of the world

Their face now wrinkled

Our pace twice as slow

Their eyes are just the same

As ever,
𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖘🫀