Thursday Rhymes 18.12.14

When their youth is in its prime
the world is beautiful to them
they are beautiful to the world
they starve themselves
from the rights of youth
loving the impossible
riding the wild horses of passion
and make youth sigh and die inside.

Then when time takes its revenge,
they colour their hair in colours darker,
then their hair ever was
replace their decayed denture
than fake pearly shines
and go out, thinking (?) they can fool eyes.

thursday rhymes 18.9.14


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