Youth a golden shadow
here but not to stay
like clouds the wind
may chase across the bay
an incoming tide
sweeps fallen years once gay
soon washing upon
darkening shore cold grey day
so softly
falling last leaves do fall.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)
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