Poetry

Growing Up

The love

In full bloom

In the hands

Of the youth

 

Growing up

In wayward

Lands

Near the city

 

Maturity

The longing for love

Not mature

Enough

 

Second chances

Nothing that

Ends

 

But it’s better

To get on your first

Try

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