Youth
Age is but a state of mind,
Ignorance is bliss but makes us blind.
The true beauty hidden in plain view,
To be plucked from a tree and birthed anew.
A Juliet in every Apple's seed,
waiting to be planted in fields of green.
A Romeo in every patch of earth,
To be filled by gold plains with no worth
The world is young and so are we,
A point at which the youth can't see.
My eyes were blind but now they see,
Youth is the earth and its beauty
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