Sad and hopeful at the same time, Ambarish. I like the metaphor very much. Botox is an expensive poison that camouflages decay, but only temporarily. This makes your words sadly ironical- we try to escape time without any chance to really escape it. On top of that Botox kills life in a face, creating fake beauty. Just like the last words in my poem: freezing it to unwilling standstill…..

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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