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Flowers of Youth

Flowers of youth 

 

Here I am,

middle age woman,

looking back at young woman,

silly child,

all that she wanted,

to love and be loved,

what she got

is pain and broken heart.

Oh how I wish to talk to her seances,

and let her know

there is no such a things like,

ever lasting love,

to let her know

that her dreams are just a dreams,

long gone,

flowers of her youth ,

dust

shadow on the bright sunny sky,

Looking back,

at that silly child,

what else I can do,

feel sorry for lost time,

sadness,

pain

not to be able,

to talk to her seances

about ever lasting love

dreams and hopes,

every young woman care for.

Looking back,

Oh how I wish,

to talk to her

but,

I can't

Ivy

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Aseem Desai May 3, 2012 at 12:12 AM That is so heart rending, but i might like to add, dreams never turn to dust, cos dreams are made out of a mix of hope and shaped with our imagination, dreams never grow old, you are never too old to be happy, and never too young to be sad, never too busy to feel good or never too nu-occupied to feel bad.. so i pray may all be happy always