Nostalgia.
Summer strides nostalgia's walkway
................................as dark cloaks low-tide's old delight
when lovers loitered just to survey
........................................secret hide-aways out of sight.
Intended pleasures sought no daylight.
Heady times those harbourside nights.
- Author: Fay Slimm. ( Offline)
- Published: October 25th, 2020 03:38
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments4
Lennon and McCartney words come to mind - there are places i'll remember, all my life though some have changed, some forever,not for better. some are gone and some remain... all these places had their moments -
And so it is. Places have memories. Some places are haunted with memories. Some places best avoided.
Many places are revisited in my poetry as i sense they are in yours.
A fine write Fay.
Those secret hideaways of our days with my lover will always be in my heart.
Thank you Fay for those "Heady times"
Andy
what a visceral depiction of scenic Sunset Fay,
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