You ignited the imagination of the boy I was -
ancient cry pierced the essence of my youth.
A white blouse in a denim skirt smiles me
more and more alienated.
We resembled statues of bronze
and marble with blush -
before we become
fog into memory.
The words in the verse resurrect our feelings
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