Prostrating to My Younger Self

You were extraordinary!

Pomegranate sweetness cresting

The awkward waves of youth.

Entangled in the poet’s page

With all your melancholy moods.

Gentle syllables lapping adoration

Extended lines to shade life’s uncertainty.

Words the wings of your awakening heart.

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