Mature

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Mature

Young body,
young soul,
young mind,
widest and the wisest eyes,
filled with hope of better days
where smiles come easy upon her face.
She dreams of a better place
where everyone knows everything about her.
So many friends, yet so very alone.
She keeps her thoughts to herself until the end of her road.

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windsongs commented on Mature

07-09-2013

scintillating warm hug for daily ritual-the day starts well:)

hellochoco

07/22/2013

Thank you, Your kindness is very much appreciated. :)

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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