A Place Long Ago
There was a place, years long ago,
a lush green oak and flowered vine.
You took my hand, we lay below
searching clouds for faces to find.
But didn't see time's restless flow
slip into our strawberry wine.
January 11, 2023
for Line Gauthier's Bite Size Contest No.59
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2023
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