2 (my life when young was)


MY LIFE WHEN young was like a flower-a flower that loosens a petal or two from her abundance and never feels the loss when the spring breeze comes to beg at her door.

Now at the end of youth my life is like a fruit, having nothing to spare and waiting to offer herself completely with her full burden of sweetness

 

 

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