Nathaniel Neighborhood

Naughty children in a blue pool to his dead market near cheap thrills,
Bachata consumed desert-cream akin on portable summer grills:
Of freedom activities your basis flows above wind high,
More disappearance of toys while darkness covers hands uniform sky;
Lost from wisdom as counts during age my fall outside golden reals,
Magic's temperature onward daisy families to get Cupid deals.

by Alexander Julian

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WHEN YOU ARE GONE NO ONE WILL KNOW..............................very thoughtful and poignant poem............i really love this one...........thanks