Oh Youth… Youth

You have no cares 

 

You seem to possess all the treasures of the universe 

 

Even grief pleases you

Even sorrow becomes you

 

You’re self confident and bold 

You say, “I alone am alive!” 

 

But for you too 

The days run on and vanish 

Without trace or number 

 

Like wax in the sunlight

Like snow 

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Ivan Turgenev

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