Youth

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    • hippiegirl
    • I'd rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not

    Youth

     Youth,
    a river deep, swirling with hope and laughter,
    carving out canyons of dreams that hold us captive for a lifetime.
    Shaped by loyal love that lasts forever.
    Aspirations high, yet not fully seen,
    like a mountain rising from the mist.
    A search to know oneself that lasts as long as life itself.
    Every day a new discovery.
    Youth- the height of all great expectations.

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    earthly commented on Youth

    03-24-2010

    This is nice-I raised teens, worked with teens, and was one-It is a time of changes and challenges-Namaste...Earthly
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    Qualin commented on Youth

    03-10-2010

    YOUTH AS I REMEMBER IS WASTED ON THE YOUNG..FINDING YOUR DREAM EARLY AND DEMANDING SUCCESS IS THE KEY..THAT IS DEMANDING YOURSELF TO FOLLOW UP..A GOOD WRITE"ASPIRATIONS HIGH NOT FULLY MET" LIKE IT...A FRIEND QUALIN
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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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