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Rated: E · Poetry · Philosophy · #2224892

Poetic existentialism

When I was young,
The sun was bright,
The wind was soft,
The sky was blue.

My world was rich
Of smiles and laugh
And it was filled
With jokes and hugs.

My world has changed.
My friends are gone.
I'm still alive,
And grass is green.

[2010]–2019
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