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The Spirit Called Youth.

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Passing are the days of glorious divine.
But those remains still have a shine.
A heartthrob of life began with it.
We started on a journey.
With a no ending point.
That spirit of youth enlightened up our minds.

Cherished hearts.
Brighten souls.
Youth is my love that never grows old.

Beyond ways..
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Sunday, July 19, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: youth
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Roseann Shawiak 30 July 2015

Excellent poem Akshansh, great imagery truth of younger days. Although, I do feel youth is a state of mind not age, our minds can stay forever young which does benefit us in senior years. Great poem, thought provoking and interesting from your point of view. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn

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