Changing times. . . .
the golden days pass
filling heart and soul,
then sunlight fades . . .
summer seems to be forever
warm and full,
until the breath of fall . . .
the moon slowly rises
in its next disguise,
then disappears . ..
and now comes rain
first warm, then cold,
born of winter skies . . .
then you left, never looking back.
1971
filling heart and soul,
then sunlight fades . . .
summer seems to be forever
warm and full,
until the breath of fall . . .
the moon slowly rises
in its next disguise,
then disappears . ..
and now comes rain
first warm, then cold,
born of winter skies . . .
then you left, never looking back.
1971
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