your youth
is what we lack
we have taken
the alleys and we
have survived
wisdom has grown
like lotus above
the murky waters
and the mud
your youth is
what we lack now
and what we lack
we love
how can you
tell me what love is?
you cannot love
back
we see you in the morning
sun
we fade in that most beauteous
sadness of our
past
i go out of my door
swim to the sea and then
remember
my own body
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