Youth

I am now a stranger to my own time
It has become  an onlooker.

I see my youth a dancing cricket
On the flowering breast of a rose
I see my youth a flowing river
With music and folksongs.

I see my youth a humming bee
Drinking honey from sweetest flower
I am now a stranger to my own time
Totally unnoticed and unlamented.

Devil Poet

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