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By Ali Date: 2001 Jun 15 Comment on this Work [[2001.06.15.18.02.30210]] |
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Summer is creeping slowly, over the horizen And, as I see this new summer beginning I think of this last summer, behind me What the past summer wrought, fall took away And I wonder if summer will return What was stolen from my grasp, from my life... It seems that there is always magick in the summer Always adventures, and waking dreams... Yet, the fall comes, a prelude to winter And the magick fades away, and the adventure ends Finally, the dream dies... But, I wonder this...can summer can restore the magick Resurrect the adventure, that ended so abrubtly And will the dream descend, once again? Only summer knows the answer, and with time, only Will she tell... |