Flames of adolescence

Even though tainted by the world like a smokers lungs

Our mind yet retains a small fickle light

That light is multifariousness such as flowers in the Keukenh garden

Time will pass

Our light will fade

 Some lights don`t fade out as soon

Time stops for no one

Including those rebellious lights

Young flames dance and sing like nymphs near the streams


Other young flames don`t always share the same fait

Snuffed out by the worlds derogatory standers

Words to pass on

Let the flame rise as much as thy can

Once something is truly lost one can never get it back

That is the way this world works


This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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