Jack Dikian
April 2012
(Postcard from Ballina)
Isn’t it funny how we always return to days so long ago. We look back at the things we used to know. The things we used to do, the things we used to say, the memories dear and true. The poems we used to read and how they made us feel.
The thoughts of Nanushka always help and here is one to read.
"A SOLITARY seagull rides home on a shaft of golden sun - our beautiful day is melting into dusk - pink clouds fade back to sombre grey and your dear face is touched with gold - why should we mourn the passing of our day because we know the night belongs to us."
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