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When you are young,
they will treat you with the softness of spring.
They will guide you through the winter winds and
over snowy hills, admiring the brilliance of your
midday innocence; pulling daisies from the earth
just to place them in your hair. And they will
whisper to each other of how beautiful you are.
When you grow older,
they will treat you with the indifferences of autumn.
They will urge you from the complacency of your own
fleeting fulfillments, and they will watch your
brilliance fade with the swiftness of the sky. You
will shed your fragile childhood with the colors of
the trees, and you will learn to face the winter winds
without their guiding arms. And they will whisper to
each other of how beautiful you are.
When you are grown,
they will treat you with the coldness of winter. They
will leave you bare and naked before the ravenous wolves,
expecting you to fend for your own forgotten brilliance,
asking why you've kept those wilting daisies in your hair.
They will whisper through the icy winds of how fortunate you
are, to have one time danced and sung beneath the softness
of the spring; to have one time lived with midday brilliance
beaming from your face. and I swear that they will whisper
of how beautiful you once were.
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the only other site I can recall is Tumblr but the majority of the poems there consist of angsty, depressing teenage rants of breakups and young love with random line breaks and all. But if I find a better one I'll be sure to tell you!! 
