Thursday, 6 May 2021

Our Youth

 


Who ruined our youth,

Telling us to hope

For the daffodils to bloom in winter,

The mapels to fall in summer?

 

Watching each slow dusk

Signalling,

Another day abandoned-

We slowly devoured

Twenty-two summers

Twenty-two winters.

 

Oh, yet how sweet they tasted

With gulps of raindrops

And thunderbolts for desserts,

Sprinkled with snowflakes!


 

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