Youth, write me

A puddle that we constantly bypass,
Dry out.
Will the sun.
Will their hot sparks
In us constitute, kissing.
Youth our world is painted,
In our name
Hewn.
We spin it with white shoes,
Falling and dancing.

My youth is blue-eyed,
Your heart
Not stony.,
Your hands are shaking,
Inwardly
Red poppies are blooming.
These swears, those are not understood,
Stronger rope-tied,
Through the dawn to the sunset again
You're flying a crane pack.

Don't call me a name, youth.
My eternity
Without a name.
I spend it kissing,
Dancing and blue sea
I paint it orange
With the thickest brush,
To make winter turn into summer,
Definitely a gunshot.

If you are, and you are,
Don't quit.
Youth, take my hand.
I will not know happiness without you,
Without heartbeat
Not live,
No crazy.
I'll split apart,
I will go from more to less,
My youth,
Remain.

Disclaimer: I just found these in my library. I do not have the rights to them,
I just them and decided to share them with you.