The fireball reflected in a placid lake
illuminates the entire area
The early sun
does not burn
but in its youth and innocence,
the sun lights up
each object of nature
and with boundless curiosity
visits unexplored places
After the magical mist passes
and each object has been discovered,
the sun remembers its true purpose
now old and wise,
it burns the world with all its might
The beauty of life
Is the mystery called youth
Which creeps into naïve childhood
With a feisty radiance
Those limited hours
Spent in rebellion
Daydreams and ambition,
Trivial rivalries and futile competition
Some grasp the purpose
Moving ahead with grace
While others are left behind
Clutching the hastening youth
With bodies growing old
And perplexed mind forever stagnated
In escapisms and past fantasies
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