Amarantha Francoise Dyuaaxchs's Garden

OUR TRAMP THROUGH WOODS

The fountain of youth
In this way lies.
To know the truth,
One sifts through lies.

Knowledge can come
While youth lies still,
Yet one can learn
From experience ill.

Red and purple,
Colorful whirls,
Yellow and orange
In stripes and pools.

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