The youth
Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames
These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur
God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken
Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion
We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 5:48 AM UTC
The youth
Good toppest lustre of the day
The brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining through blames
Our pure ambrosial saints ain't flames
These souls has a new odour today
The young beautiful flash to play
We are the good children of glare
Our colour candytuft shift blur
God's love mends and make the youth
This time and space experience use
The living waters with the future frozen
Our power through the mirror was spoken
Past passion, post move on the song
The uniform dance, listen the flowers wrong
Happiness blossom the rainbow nation
Our fruit bloom the path of fasion
We are blood washing through the rails
Of a sweeping banister. Unfolding tails
a poem abouth the youth, it praises them showing that they are so pure and good even though old people read us wrongly
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