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


Kay said...

very provoking...yes indeed

Dymphna said...

Thanks for reading, Kay.

TACParent said...

Nicely put and so true.

Dymphna said...


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