I Was Less Than a Teen
While the revolution, had begun.
And I was too young.
To understand ....
They sang, of flowers in their hair.
And of stuff, blowing...... in the wind !
Transcendental smoky airs.
Translucent ......dreams.
Of
How, the colours, filled the planet.
And still,
I didn’t know
Then I went to war......
Giajl © Jim Love