Change

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Summer is upon us
Change is in the air

No longer is the wind
Blowing through my hair

Days are longer, brighter, blinding
Memories waver, linger, dearer

Dreams are nearer now
Growing up is drawing close

"Say goodbye to childish fantasies"
They tell me

Sighing, I lay down
Beside the lake at noontime

I close my eyes and say,

Wake me up when the leaves fall down.

A.C.
{March 21, 2017}

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