Learned a lot from it
Never suffered of it
A reality since lost
Softened by the hourglass
Hard but tender
I had a rose once
Kissed by spring's cleansing drops
Purer than anything living today
For after all
Purity is behind us always
Lost the definition of it
So for the young
Purity will be filth
Compared to our tastes
And on and on it goes
Until there are no young
The living lost in their own filth
It pains me to think of it
How much we never got to see
Being born so late
The stars before internal combustion
The sun when it was safe to sit under
The sound of silence in the world
Lost
But the silence is patient
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