I am ancient,
you are a child,
still wearing your dreams on your sleeve,
still so easy to read
a starlit show,
forgive me if I don't clap,
I stopped believing long ago
you're too young to remember,
but before I was the chrysalis,
I was the firefly,
before I became winter,
I wore spring
I am frozen solid,
formed from absence,
smothered by lies
I terrify you,
but you remain,
how does it feel?
100 words or less.
you are spring's river,
bright exuberance,
a pan flute tune,
epitome of youth
don't let me douse your spark,
or allow me to rip apart that idealism
listen to your intuition,
that precious, biting apprehension,
I'm not good for you
(don't let me hurt you)
So how was it?
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i like this poem.
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Gracias.
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