Once i was a youth in a cool stream pantlegs rolled up to my knees laughing at the dragon flies doing there dare-devil spins my free heart beating wildly as i chased them to and fro. And then I caught a glimpse of it Atop a fallen log in a patch of soft green moss A pure white flower with golden stamins daringly large and temptingly full. My heart stopped then seemed to crawl forward as i shuffled to get a closer look alas the log was surrounded by deep murky water and i felt the sting of youth's impatience ripping at my seams. So a fool pushed me in, and that fool nearly drowned me but i made it to the log and climbed onto a bed of soft moss i found that flower again twice in beauty and smell as sweet Who's softest white and brightest gold glimmered in my eyes and peered into my soul For that momment we were one awed by each others presence but then fool took over gave his curiosity the upper hand I plucked that flower from its stem and held it closer as if it were mine but somehow our glow was gone. In my hand lay a trajic end you died in my arms, wilted and as my tears, to ground did surely fall. with broken heart did chase away the summer as foolish youths often did
Reason for writing:
there are so Many....
Birth sign: Leo
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