Fifteen: A Kaleidoscope of Dreams

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In the tender embrace of the fading light,  
Fifteen whispers softly, a delicate flight,  
A dance on the cusp of a crystalline dawn,  
Where shadows and sunbeams waltz on the lawn.

The world, a canvas of vibrant hues,  
With laughter and heartaches, love's tender blues,  
A symphony swelling in chambers unknown,  
Fifteen beats softly—a heart newly grown.

In classrooms, the chatter, the scribbles of hope,  
A map of tomorrows, a tangled, bold rope,  
You trace out the stories, each word a new chance,  
To unravel the mysteries, to leap in the dance.

Oh, the flashes of friendship, those bonds shining bright,  
Like starlit confessions under soft, moonlit nights,  
The secrets exchanged, like sweet perfumed air,  
In the laughter and tears, the promises shared.

Yet beneath it all lies the echoing doubt,  
A whisper of "who am I?" that circles about,  
In mirrors reflecting not quite what you see,  
The shadows of self that beg to be free.

With dreams like wildflowers, uncharted and bold,  
You dare to embrace what the future will hold,  
Some days are a tempest, the storms raging deep,  
But with each waking morning, new courage you keep.

Fifteen is fleeting, like petals in spring,  
A wash of emotions, a struggle to cling,  
To moments that flutter like leaves in the breeze,  
Where innocence dances, striving for ease.

A heart that's a compass, yet lost in the spin,  
You channel your spirit, where journeys begin,  
Through laughter that tumbles and whispers of pain,  
A kaleidoscope of moments—the joy and the strain.

So here’s to the fire, the spark in your chest,  
To the battles you’ll face, and the dreams you’ll invest,  
For fifteen is fleeting, yet echo it will,  
In the stories you carry, in the silence so still.

Embrace the enchantment, the magic, the fright,  
As you walk through the chaos, through shadows and light,  
For in this sweet age, you’re a poem unspun,  
A tapestry woven, becoming, begun.

 

  • Author: unknownfemalepoet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 26th, 2024 12:27
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  • Doggerel Dave

    A smooth sweet ride, your poem.
    Much though should apply to many more years than just fifteen.
    Thanks for the read.

  • 𓆩Mase𓆪

    Wow, every word so perfectly placed. Don't worry, before you know it you'll be sixteen, then twenty, and then, well before you know it you'll be in your eightys.😅😊Good poem.



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