Youth is a
Flower
That wafts
To the wind of love,
Basks in the
Sunshine of hope
And floats on the
Turbulent waves of
Emotions.
Youth is a
Welcome arch
For days of bliss.
Youth is an
Ever-widening
Horizon of opportunities…
Nay, youth is
A kaleidoscope of
Succulent dreams.
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