Breeze In the Setting Sun
Colours of the concluding day now shine
The wind blows free through the pine
Now the road ahead tells the next tale
What lies behind is movie reel of trails,
Once tread upon by old troubled minds
Another wrinkle appears in the leaves
As they drift with the gentle breeze
Only to kiss the sea with memories
Though it may rot in time, they remain vividly
Intact inside the stem of a thousand experiences.
Copyright © David Ferguson | Year Posted 2015
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