A condescending blister
broke out with the break of day
a blunt whisper-
disregarded down the way
I sing a song of yellow springs where palm leaves brush the floor
I danced the tune of a wish forgotten
forged in time
under multitudes of sugarsweet asphalt
A day like yesterday should be forgotten by today
but a memory cannot be forgotten
only faded away.

age group= 17-18