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Ashes Of My Youth
 
Sometimes among the ashes of my youth
with lamping eyes I search for memories
I sit beneath a blue abyss upon a senseless stone
as darting meteors cross the naked heaven where they roam.

Remembering how the sweet bird choir sang
upon the cypress tree where now a few leaves hang.
a glow worm lamp around mine head is low
as memories of my youth begin to flow


By TagTina456

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