Twenty Three and something

The subtle thief of youth,
Knocked sooner than asked,
The faith, patience and truth,
With wisdom empowered of the past.

A package with humble creed sown,
Consuming own self in abase,
Limitations overwhelm the known,
Whilst setting sun raises efface.

Designed different to the mask,
Combined of frigid and sweet,
Tis’ sure a gruelling task,
Another year swept me off my feet.

Seized in unchained remedy,
The clock is melancholy hustling,
Caught up in flowing felony,
Now I’m twenty three and something.

-Adelene Coelho

About Adelene Dsilvahttps://adelenecoelho.wordpress.comIf you are in love with a writer, You will always live in their words.

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