My generation is the 21st century generation
Where lessons are free yet very costly
Where the wise act foolishly
Where people are knowledgeable yet stupid ...
Love heeds no more the sighing of the wind
Against the perfect flowers: thy garden's close
Is grown a wilderness, where none shall find
One strayed, last petal of one last year's rose.
O bright, bright hair! O mouth like a ripe fruit!
Can famine be so nigh to harvesting?
Love, that was songful, with a broken lute
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