In the fountain of youth
We build castles in the air
Some times temptation be our weakness
Adventurous, courages or passionate
To touch the floating clouds
And make it as colourful rainbows
In the waves of life
Sometimes we crash down
But to mould our life, is only in our hands
We need to surrender and enfold
To crush the waves under our feet
In our learning to surf the world
Ready to pen down all our
Thoughts on paper, to rest in peace.
Sometimes we are tempted to take wrong steps and spoil our life. During youth the mind is full of dreams that one tries to achieve without any effort and in short time. Nice work on the restlessness one feels during youth. Liked it.
floating clouds build castles and crowns in our mind if we travel through them with a tendered heart thanks for sharing such a brilliant work
Thanks for the great appreciation, great to receive comments instantly, I am blessed
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Yes! We built castles in the air; growing up with the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
Youth Is youth, thanks