Pricks of acacia thorns
swallowed, tossed into
the back of time,
brews youth once more,
wishful, playful glance back
at the memory of
the first love affair in lilac aroma,
rises as a wispy feather
weathered, faded, yet
the long story of yesterday
tucked in each fold,
with the serene pride
of cobalt-blue sky,
navigates space of time ahead,
subdued, balmy, settled and
carefree as the splendor
on the gold cottonwood leaves
in October afternoon sun.
© by Byung A. Fallgren
Byung A. Fallgren 
Beautifully done
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Thank you, Derrick. : )
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Nice post. Thanks for the visit, like and follow.
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Beautiful
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Thank you. 😊
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Lovely poem! Thanks for the visit and follow of my blog and introducing me to yours!
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As with the others before me I loved the poem plus I called by to leave my thanks for your recent decision to follow Learning from Dogs. Thank you!
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