Fifteen Or Fifty There Is Always a Feeling

So little fifteen, and a small heart within a small body liable to crumble between my fingers.. She is fifteen with the age of wisdom that girl who claims to be living a joyous teen.. i've felt that little spirit that drives a big body. when all the X's and Y's will never be bale to form such a complicated equation and make it stand erect. She left me wonder in a maze, bewildered by her sworn claim to be just a little flower, that is just budding among her peers playing hopscotch, or hide and seek..in her mother's bower,..but she makes me think to even come closer. May be her spirit has seen more than a little age might suffer, might have have seen,or lived......... And suddenly, i became nasty, wicked, disgusted, as she raged unexpectedly against my silence.The silence she translated as carelessness, meaningless poetry, she is striving to show... but in that age, a woman can she have insomnia, can she speak about dopamine, words that only versed and can use in a moment of deep insight.....deep meditation.what the little flower is plotting, no Spring breeze can ever hear its wind, no Summer heat can ever hide its sun, no season can postpone her mood, until a flower with her perfume will give her vernal life.. What the age of teen can do to adulthood make me bow in recognition to a great woman in her prime prosperity...........