Wings of Time

WE used to come here at weekends toGet away from the madding crowd.

We walked in the sands collected

Driftwood, admired the rock flowers

Laughed at the screaming gulls.

At night when storm winds rattled

The cottage door we curled up by the

Fire drinking strong tea talking

Far into the night.....

All that was here remains-

But the cottage is gone-

Gone like you

Swept along the wings of time

Meryl Tookaram

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