The days we smiled surely be golden
The days of glorious mist and bright sun
Screamed and laughed- so bright were as children
No care did we have- other than for fun
Stars shooting- it came back like wild vision
Then came today with a shot of the gun
Time has changed, no truth be so certain
And the time time took be such such anon!
Now I write sitting here with my pen
To them a fleeting goodbye I've bidden
But dream it may be of (such!) soft affection
Then come again in the summer sun- for
those precious roses inside I've hidden
-9th March 2019
YOU ARE READING
TURQUOISE
PoetryPoetry, except for the fact the writer isn't a poet. Still, who know? Maybe you'll like it. I put in a lot of effort, why not give it a try? Cover by @NattKuznetsov
