I thought how nice;
To be old soon
Now I feel no wise
I lost my precious boon
No worries nor fear
In me I had to bear
I was the happiest
But still wished to mature
I regret, My mistake
Wonder the desire's sake
Now the sky is no azure
Doomed with my pleasure
Honestly, the past was the best
I worry for things I left
True beauty were my clear smiles
Which are now away far miles
I wish to return to time
Was as sweet as melody's rhyme
There's no one else to blame
Than me who's ashamed
©salmamush
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