The uneven sentimental of adolescence,
as the spring leaf
with tender sawtooth;
Will you please,
let poetry take place of numbers
to reckon our memories?
When sunset bestows
that rearward glance
with golden sight;
melting my eyes
is the reflux
of our youth.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
The uneven sentimental of adolescence,
as the spring leaf
with tender sawtooth;
Will you please,
let poetry take place of numbers
to reckon our memories?
When sunset bestows
that rearward glance
with golden sight;
melting my eyes
is the reflux
of our youth.
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