As old as those by whom she is perceived,
Earth prances within a hundred year range,
Though subject both to time and her conceit,
She slays the sea of eyes that see her age.
There is no way to date that timeless dame,
That she could not obscure by means of fate,
Casting wise eyes like leaves into the wind,
She births herself anew with each new lens.
Added (1). For thoughts, suggestions, impressions, criticisms
Added (2). As old as those by whom she is perceived,
Earth prances within a hundred year range,
For subject both to time and her conceit,
She slays the sea of eyes that see her age.
There is no way to date that timeless dame,
That she does not obscure by means of fate,
Casting wise eyes like leaves into the wind,
She births herself anew with each new lens.
Added (3). Thanks btw guys
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