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Nineteen
And I would be twenty in a month
with the confidence that I had the world to explore.
I could see the horizon out in the beyond
and time was most assuredly my ally.
It was a time of opportunities ripe for
expanding my imagination and unfurling my wings.
Youth was this verdant time of potential
and I felt like a magician's apprentice.
I remember the sun and how it shone on my shoulders,
how it would make everything glitter around and about me.
But mostly I remember how I'd look up and the warmth
of the summer sun would kiss my face as if I was blessed.
I remember the endlessly lazy dreamy summers,
how they were full of whimsy as if they'd go on forever.
But soon enough, summer would ripen to golden days of september
and I was nineteen, the carpet of my future unrolling ...
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2023
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