Yesteryears
Yester years
and yester fears
remind me
of other things.
Hopes run low
and stars bellow
yet the sun will shine
on what is mine.
Yester years
know yester fears
because my legs felt
the breeze..
my body felt
the sqeeze..
my mind knew
its ease
and still smelt it pleasure.
i kno now...
what hopes run after..
but i shall walk instead......
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