Thursday, May 21, 2009

Elegy


Aged on springtime of life. 
Creases over beauty. 
Cynic maturity. 
Youth's guiltlessness. 
Elegy. 

Slap the old to see its charm.
Dont blame him for being young.
The inside splendor counts
Those lines dont matter.
Believe.

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