Thursday, October 1, 2009

Waiting for Fall...

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"The summer days are fading, as they must
From endless hours to short and fleeting light
The bird's once bright, immortal tune, now cries
A melancholy aura to the dusk. (...)
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For there isn't time, there's only enough space
The sun seems low, a hazy orange sphere
Now reminiscing sweetly of the days
When endlessly before you summer lay
And as in the deep, crimson dusk you stir.
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Your soul joins with the birds in wistful brood
Crying for lost summer days (...)."
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Shannon Georgia Schaubroeck - The End of Summer
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