Youth a golden shadow
here but not to stay
like clouds the wind
may chase across the bay

an incoming tide
sweeps fallen years once gay
soon washing upon
darkening shore cold grey day

so softly
falling last leaves do fall.


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Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

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