The Blissfulness of being young,
Not realizing when your throat is being cut.
When your tongue gets tied,
And your hands get bound.
The Blissfulness of bieng young,
Indeed is a pleasurable one.
Not struggling yet nor
Realizing the bear trap is shut.
The Blissfulness of being young,
Such a spectacular one.
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The Wild Flowers
PoetryLife is so unpredictable. You never know what the real meaning of something is. So I hope you have fun trying to find the real meaning of all of these. After all, who doesn't love deciphering late night poetry.
