Nostalgia
A girl, Fresh, green in the sun A fern, a furl of leaves and shorn Stems - An expression of hope Emanating Radiating in a youthful Show of enthusiasm... Curls Wildly flying in the mischievous wind Fluttering, riding swooshing air in propriety, a Blinded eye, wantonly Enjoying the freedom taken for granted. A sign of their Youth, People think; indulging smiles Exchanged. Years later, those same eyes Now dimmed with experience which once We re vivacious Those same wanton curls now grey with age, tangled with failed dreams.