Fanciful days,

Alluring nights,


With neon city lights,

Salty breezes tease,

And trespass within,

Without warning,

Through dreamy sleeps

And wakeful hours,

She finds her days,

Are lived in thoughts,

Of days gone past,

Of a youth,

That did not last.


7 thoughts on “Whimsical

  1. Me too. It is fine to reflect occasionally when in conversations but I often find myself remembering those unforgettable days; the birth of my daughters, the loved ones I’ve lost and I want to remember them.:)


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