Memories
Dimly
lit horizon fading as the light
Slowly
sweetly slips into night
Softly
swings are creaking without play
All
have gone at the end of day
Gentle
play and playful fun
For
young love before the day is done
Far
away weeps some poor soul
Soon
there is silence, a deafening lull
Waiting
am I for your soft steps
Your
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