I looked at a photo
of my younger self
and thought, “Perhaps
I will write for the sake
of her, whose leaves of
youth are green and the
pining for words lingers still,
and from my window
I saw the gleams of nearby homes,
keeping the old and young
with the tiny lights
in them, bright in their
wishful everglow
Nov 14, 2025
Nov 14, 2025 at 11:57 AM UTC
I looked at a photo
of my younger self
and thought, “Perhaps
I will write for the sake
of her, whose leaves of
youth are green and the
pining for words lingers still,
and from my window
I saw the gleams of nearby homes,
keeping the old and young
with the tiny lights
in them, bright in their
wishful everglow
photo self her youth green words tiny lights wishful everglow
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