Nice bright springed beings;
Beautifully clothed in youth glamour,
Such a season of bright,sharp stars;
That still thinks it will forever be so.
Oh bright star!
Oh sultana!
Time like flames,
age like numbers,
youth like ashes;that never stray back to the former.
Winter's here
as quick as best youthful days came
time is gone,beauty thus fades;
leaving nothing but OLD RUGGED FLAMES; to remember youthful days.
©tadebrown
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