Experience!
fades innocence,
it's very first morn of spring
get pale.
as inside worm bites
new born bud ;like
our purity gets
hurt, gets dirt
; harsh reality every time
hot summer brutish.
as petals immature,
getting dry
thus at end
feelings lost
at its morn.
as night welcomed
;end of day
sunset.
arrives darkness.
childhood morning ends
thus rusty youth
arrives.
as autumn leaves
leaf last,
welcome.
winter blaze.
Innocence thus invites,
lasting experience.
©astrophel
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