Young Heart

June 3, 2019

I wait, I listen

For my heart is a new

As it whistles and glistens

My mind occupied

And I try to deny

That a rose in blooming

Is a bud's undoing

But I have yet to learn

I have yet to travel

So I let my young heart yearn

Waiting it's turn in dust and gravel

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