Spirit of Youth
Our heads were filled with tales and covered with dust.
When did you change?
We used to play with marbles
and fly to a far off land.
Late at night,
a brim of fear
a feather of hope.
Away we fled from danger.
But you have grown old
and forgotten our promise
to remember my name
and bottle our youth.
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