Modern poetry (self-created, loveless, neither long nor short)

Who touched my youth with the fleeting time?

The road to youth is always bumpy.

Even if I spend my whole life

Can't cross the thorns all over the ground.

Even if I look back

And then I lost my mind in a flash.

Time flies and flowers bloom.

Who used the fleeting time to get their hands on me and my youth

By: pure blue

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