Golden Days


Golden days on white sands
Walking the beach a sea breeze at hand
Sunsets in red yellow and indigo
Always somewhere for us to go

There are ghosts that walk with me
Who want to keep me company
I see them once and a while
Where they look at me and smile

The north wind blows and warms me
In hot summer days that bring it back with glee
And those mates that I remember now
Are walking beside me
Remembering them so easily.

© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © | Year Posted 2024

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Agustin Avatar
March 4, 2024 at 8:38 PM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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