The condition of being young

“I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more—the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort—to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life […]

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Thorn and Rosebud

Are we there yet… or caught, Between bud and bloom Are we are the earth elements First we become the thorn Before the rose opens Before the bee pollinates Despite this fevered haze. These dreams and aspirations waiting, I can still see far enough to know, That the answer to these questions Are coming so […]

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