Youthful Summer

The early hour of noon

is the best to wake up to.

The freedom of daytime lazines

is the best ocupation.

The blaring, booming stereo

is the anthem of the teenage heart.

The vanity preperation of the evening

is only the beginning of the night

The slam of the car door

is the green light for fun.

The room packed with people

is the temporary family.

The hand that leads you outside

is the one that steals your heart.

The sky filled with stars so bright

is the one that takes away all worries.

The timelapse of summer

is happiness to the youth.

 

 

 

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