Youthful Afternoons

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As we run through the summer,
our feet fly like wings,
as we cherish sweet seconds,
of juvenile things,

And we’re caught in slow motion,
yet fading so fast,
and the days of our youth,
soon a part of our past,

This post was submitted by Rosa.

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