The Setting Sun. Poem by Michael Cochrane
The Setting Sun.
As I sit on the mountain looking towards loch Lomond, I toast a glass to all the friends that have departed. Thinking about the places along my way, one thing I know is that love has touched my heart more beautiful than I ever imagined. Truly I've been blessed. The road always leads me to you. Softly I dream of you as I watch the setting sun.
Michael Cochrane © 2023
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