May 30, 2011
Restore beauty again.

Just like it used to be-


Turn back time.

To my youth again.

Make me new-

My eyes tremble, like the first time I saw you.

My youth-

Is only but memories.

So wrap me in my favorite blanket.

Opening, Ascending

Not an age old artifact.

But a glimpse of beauty-

Rising to the heavens.

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