LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

One day, the face gilded by age will continue to smile,

With wrinkles that tell stories of times gone by,

For those who can see beyond what time erases,

Find in life the most sacred gifts, oh my!

If you believe that each fallen petal

Is a future planted, in fertile, serene soil,

You will see that beauty lies not only in what blossoms,

But also in what the earth embraces, in its full toil.

The smile, then, will be like the sun

Illuminating what was and what is yet to be,

For those who accept the cycle of life

Know that in every fall, hope will germinate, you see.

And thus, the face, marked by age,

Will continue to smile, with peace and tenderness,

Knowing that in each fallen petal,

There is always the promise of a new adventure, no less.

To you, Simone de Oliveira.

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