Zephyr
I was raised in sea of defiance
and yet my Zephyr has lost its realm
I am ungrained in all colour
lost in a rattled cage
and ageing fast
Speaking in tounges
I have seen your everyday jamboree
Although the seasons were roughshod
did we not heed too
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2023
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