Youth and Frailty
The young know not their limit, for it soars above the reach of their hands.
Upwards and upwards on gusts of wind
Rising above the Atlas Mountains, dancing on the swollen snow covered peaks.
Further it goes until the very stars become its brethren
Resting forever in that cosmic soup
From below the old observe
Quietly watching their children play
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