Naive and impulsive,
the juvenile
bewitchment reserved for youth-
passion during our salad days.
Abandoned chastity,
yearning,
stroke me easy
like a delicate bloom.
Lamentation, heartbreak-
puerile grief.
An anguish
that seems not to end.
If only we knew,
experience is fundamental.
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Published by Donnella Creppel
Donnella lives in the New Orleans area. She writes poetry, fiction, and nonfiction. She is a cancer mom and a St. Baldrick's Foundation volunteer. Donnell has gone bald 5 times for St. Baldrick's Foundation, achieving the status of Squire.
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