Life of mind so green and tender, sprouting with a freshness of purity.
Not a thought of ugliness, nor of barren wasteland, could conjure long enough inside.
Ringing freely are dancing bells caught by flying laughter all around.
Blazing fire with no smoke curls upward and out of sight.
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All green shall wilt, but when a poet says so, it has less guilt and pain. You're effort, not in vain. Lovely poem.
Rejoice in the tender short lived freshness of mind, this is where the elixir of life is found. beautifullllllll poem. My wishes. Aarzoo.