Monday, 10 April 2017

Day 4 Past

In the fallout,
the tree-filtered light
wakes nostalgia,
regret-filled for lost chances,
carefree days used up,
blessed islands spent.
A deep ache for times that were
happier, simpler.
We were young,
blasting through life
as though we were unbreakable.

©Mary Parker 2017

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