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the death of summer
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the death of summer |
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anya Member
since 2002-07-27
Posts 393London, UK |
It's a strange time to watch you diminishing, to watch you dying, overwhelming grief intertwined with those golden summer days, But the sunlight hours began to fade, I started to feel the chill in the air, summer could not last much longer, neither could he, and the nights drew in, the darkness was about us all the more, the darkness was in him all the more, but there is nothing you can do to stop summer crumbling into the bitter cold, no way to catch that fleeting sunshine, and so it goes that all beautiful things will come to an end, just like he did, he was a glorious Indian summer that had to, in the end, descend into winter, but for him the spring will never come again |
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bsquirrel
since 2000-01-03
Posts 7855 |
anya, An excellent evocation and grappling with grief, ephermality, and y'know. Mike |
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WhileIWasGone Member
since 2002-07-18
Posts 486 |
Great work....enjoyed. DeaDiAmore |
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D edgar Grey Member
since 2002-08-21
Posts 174Hell...(aka Wisconsin) |
I honestly never considered using all the seasons as metaphor. Why is it all the geniuses beat me to everything?? Very simple but sad. Keep up the awesome work! |
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A. L. Becker Member
since 2002-09-06
Posts 167San Francisco, California |
dear anya, what a beautifully sad ending line. very nice. Annie:- "Oh, do not ask, 'What is it?' |
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arthur Senior Member
since 2001-08-14
Posts 678england |
just great arthur |
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Kevin
since 1999-11-02
Posts 729Torrington, Ct, Usa |
anya fan <----- this guy |
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