have i now matured into a youth
with an urge to scribble on rock
trees and walls a heart and an arrow
with my initials indicating i passed
through this way alone with a heart
full of lost love and longings new
and memories of good moments
and winter nights that passed
like a short summer and at the end
i graduate piling up my graffiti
to name it poem from my heart for readers
absent, screaming for an applause that passed
© henry victor 26.11.2017
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