No scars, you are beautiful,
With a face lined with wonder;
and a forehead with furrows of curiosity.
With hands that tell tales of hard work,
and eyes that shine with old memories.
Some crevices still sting with the thorns of life,
While some wrinkles sing of sun-soaked days and spontaneous laughter.
Life is so much like mixed drinks!

#NaPoWriMo Prompt 17 – Start with a song title