Been looking at my photos... just before i go to bed...

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My youthful heart

The old morning sun will not return
Neither will the stars nor the moon of the night
Although, in every morning, when you look out the window
In every summer, there will still be
The fresh fragrance of jasmine

Except, there is something
Already vanished deep in the air
In front of the busy crowded market
Wrapped in the startled receding sunset

Oh my youthful heart!
Never will we meet again