auttumnal reflection

 Autumnal reflections

 

 It is getting autumn the wind blows

the air promises and smells of winter

Sadness and longing for the past

It will always be like this a yearning for

The time which ran into sand unremembered

However, for the birds in the sky.

The curtain billows ready to set sail on the ship

To destination unknown across the seas

Towards infinity and beyond

Will you and I be there?

 

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keith jeffries

Thu 3rd Oct 2019 10:59

A beautiful poem for meditation. Thanks
Keith

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