
Photo by jacki-leen
The summer sun heralds the departure of our youth
To the past like ashes, the wind scatters
The last vestiges of our reckless ambition
In parts unknown and far apart our hearts will settle
The mid-morning cascade still brings remembrance
Of the love we’ve reluctantly left behind
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