Pretty young a beauty.. what every lover seeks.. dreams flow in passion.. stars around clouds.. mountain peaks..
Know I remember.. know it as I stand.. there was a time she was not.. older than her country’s land..
Age cannot be measured.. or not matter much.. when learning is controlled.. a deluded crutch.. takes a person young.. dreams stifled on their the way.. look for a belief.. to credit what they say..
There! an infant weeping.. not for droopy pants.. not a tease from sibling.. sticky jam or ants.. for infants of many years.. who still love to feel.. passion not corrupted.. imprisoned but still real..
Recess is over in King Town.. said so in his dreams.. entered in a file he kept round.. hidden in moonbeams..
Sip espresso read a poem.. play music I styled.. I write a song where leaders have the wisdom of a child..
Quote for this day.. I know myself far too well to judge you.. 🙂 Peace Tony