Of Youth
On the mountain looking down
from the highest peak,
my old love and I held hands.
No words did we speak.
Murmur of a stream
was the serenade we heard -
youth’s sweet tranquil dream.
June 25, 2021
For the Seguidilla Poetry Contest of William Kekaula
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2021
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