~...In Days Of Yore~
A different sort of glimmer
'Tis shed in Spring time days
Along the red rose gardened path
Where youth and love once stayed
The Light shed 'twas much brighter
The air fresh with a rose kissed mist
The arms of my cherished lover
Brought us together with eternal kiss
But those days they are gone forever
Aging dreams of a rose coloured lane
When my youth took me to higher altitudes
And kept at bay any shred of pain
poem by Theodora Onken
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