I don’t remember that day as cold nor gloomy.
The sky glowed with the colors of the dawn.
Now the children have gone away.
The years told them to leave for other toys.
Less satisfying than the rain and dog,
it was too late to return.
W. Wayne B.
Kindle poetry chapbook: Journey Through a Garden
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