Young One Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Young One



Garden of summer's playful still
In many its games and whiles,
Of dreams to become and fulfill
Its wonderment with its smiles.

Oh young one comes in pure eyes
And everything for you is new,
You have life's fortune and tries
To build up and see them through.

Saturday, February 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,lyric,song
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