Antique

Speak of those days

Of smooth silent sand

Long afternoons

Soft sweet summer rain

Where old worn pathways

Meander into restless days

We watch as colours pale

On the long distant shore

In tears we say our farewell

A voice that remains unheard.

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2 Responses to Antique

  1. Mary says:

    The ending is very poignant…the tearful farewell, feeling that one’s voice is unheard.

  2. Oh, Yes!..those unheard voices..we speak to them through our tears… 😦

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