Sixteen-year-old sky modern poetry

The year in a hurry

The sun is just right

The breeze is calm

Sixteen years old

The face is childish

Acting rebelliously

With longing

Entering a new life

Another beginning

Let’s meet again

Here

The same blue sky

Different grassland

Different experiences

Lost time

Interpreting the same kind of life

Once, I longed for it

Just for

——The original dream

Now, I’m tired of it

——The reality is cruel

Fortunately, I am willful

I have no worries

I don’t know how to look back

Smiling and crying

Be silly and dream

Live your truest self

In that

Sixteen-year-old Sky

That year

Afraid of nothing

Only afraid of growing up

No pain

I just hate being in such a hurry