Intermission Poem by anais vionet
Intermission
I was dazzled - in
a summer spell - did we both
name it as special?
Was it the summer
freedom - the sparkling lake
that summoned magic?
The constant sun sent
a subliminal message
with its rise and fall.
It won't last, it said,
there's an expiration
date approaching fast.
The short-lived summer
proved a brief, insubstantial
memory making.
Nice one. Instead of rain rain go away Cath y wants to go out and play Summer summer come my way Anais wants you A little longer stay If you sing every year for years the summer might stop being so fleetingly short. Try it!
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5/1/2024 8:03:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yes summer is sweet but fleeting, In India summer is little lengthy March to June. 10** Was it the summer freedom - the sparkling lake that summoned magic?