Time and Place
a sense of place
enchantment..
yesterday mourned
in yew trees
a gentle motion
loud,then soft;
collective memories
of preserved passion,
in abiding love;
rusted...
unrecorded
living days..
forgotten
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2017
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