I watch, they play
I watch, they play
their minds sweetened by the sun and warmer still
are their smiles that break but solidfy
into the fluid form of laughter .
I know, they say
that the past is the past and so never will
be what it is today, but this if I may, I defy
to deny raw youth's intention after
the days go by.
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