And it is still in my memory
And it was the period of juvenility
And it was in my boyhood awareness
And it was the eon of naughtiness
And it was the eon of make believe
And it was the eon of I believe
And it was the eon of first love
And it was the eon sweet to think of
And it was the eon of first kiss
And it was the eon of wishes
And it was the eon with best moment
And it was the eon with worst moment
And now to the moment of acceptance
As the old age is taking my existence
And to the present moment that shine as a beacon
The youth period, time to bury in cemetery of oblivion
Ency Bearis
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