Poem 129: Some Old Song
At the pink of the day
The light lures my thoughts astray
And the old times still seem
Fresh as falling dew
Somewhere far off a band will play
While silk-draped couples sway
And once again I'm with you
Twilight falls like a veil
As my reverie grows pale
And the jasmine sweetly
Puts the day to bed
All the dancers have wandered off
Your footsteps, too, grow soft
Night falls as I walk away.
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
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