Friday, October 9, 2009

the years disappear
like the leaves
on the trees
called by the bright
afternoon sun
i remember
afternoons in the park
bikes and guitars
walks and talks and time
stretched ahead of us
into the summer
of eternity

4 comments:

Kay said...

very provoking...yes indeed

Dymphna said...

Thanks for reading, Kay.

TACParent said...

Nicely put and so true.

Dymphna said...

Thanks.

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