Youth is a tavern’s call
Partake with the heart and the soul
Brim over the whetted lung
For we with heart belong.
Youth is fun,
tryst as the lawn,
threshold to enter the portal,
Dine with the heart and the soul.
Youth is bloom and rose
Tho’ time fleets and goes,
It weaves clusters and festoon
And unfortunately it fades out soon.
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