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Jul 2019
Between old trees I sowed seeds one eve
I watched them woke as warmth grew savage;
Out from the coats sprouted wreaths of leaves,
Came starry nights, welcome to teenage.
I knew sooner I could see them grow.
I could feel them dreaming from within.
I could smell an odor that I know.
The scent of teen spirit from their skin.
I wondered if they're dazzled like me
When the night skies would be filled with stars.
Were they keeping undersoil mem'ries?
Have they known of teenage being scarce?
Because I know; time will make us go.
And when all the leaves fell,
I follow.
When things make me melancholic, I go to the sea, look at the stars, and think of leaving. This poem is most especially about the reminiscence of my childhood and teenage and the memories I hold on to and live on.
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𝚓𝚊𝚗𝚛𝚢  seaside of wildflowers
(seaside of wildflowers)   
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     Dan Hess, Jules and Bogdan Dragos
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