The day must come

The day must come when even
the beauty of that young woman
will seem to me no more than
the plumage on some rare bird in
a forsaken forest on an island
which, riotous with life and
shining like a crystal in the sea,
I had long ago to leave behind.

(Julian O’Dea)

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