Summer's End

Summer's End



The faery tales imploded--
Stark black and white--
The glitter turned to dust;
The harp-strings stilled;
The sun dimmed.
For just the time
Between moments
I could still pretend
And then it was gone
And I could concentrate
On my life again.

Copyright Sara Fawbush 1999.
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