Saturday, November 8, 2014

Rebellious Youth (poem)

A time of darkness,
Full of falling leaves,
Moonlight on the beaten path,
Teenagers smoking stolen cigarettes.

Meeting in a park after dark,
Sharing a drink,
Keeping an eye out for authority,
Ready to run at a moment's notice.

One kiss,
One hug,
Two holding hands,
Two becoming one.

Call it youth,
The spark and the wildfire,
A time in nostalgia,
A time of joyous darkness.

-Zero

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