Still Young Poem by Madrason .

Still Young



A white and gallantly old lady
standing next to the black tree
and I just couldn't care
for in a flare I saw just me
my future destined to be
if I had had a saying in it
just playing Characters at will! M

Saturday, July 21, 2018
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Madrason .

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