Your memory hangs onto
My mind like a drop of rain
Onto pointed edge of a leaf
Cloyed with sweet aroma
Of days of youth it gives
Both pleasure and pain
A fear is lurking around
Of its collapse as old age
Can’t hold a caged bird
Of agony like the drop
Of rain melting into bed
Of young and vibrant grass
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