white wine and roses
sipping – thinking of the past
when we were younger
and walked in dreams
along a lake or the sea
dreams of a future
now a distant past
yet memories still abide
the rest being words
our happy adventure’s there
not yet a trodden path
magic worlds that never die
the memories of shared youth
Lovely Georgia. typo in line four – ‘dreans – dreams’?
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dreams…thanks! 🙂
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