youth is red velvet spring of second chances
if we take a chance actually take our chances
chances are a time gate not open long nor late
a melancholy moon is haunting stay put don't try fear
transient rainbows are after the rain comes quickening hope
twinkling stars whisper make a wish fly prison bars free
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Please accept my heartfelt thanks for mentioning me as the inspiration for this beautiful, touching poem. I am so honored and this poem is in my list.