West
i plagued my mind
by the waters edge
the winds came gently
the August people sneered
a smile beguiled though
as we became one
from grey to gold
west is behoven
our lives spent
spectral stories told
now we are alone
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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