Scene

There were summer shadows
But no darkness which overpowered.
Instead sunlight;
Pure and steady.
Holding fast
And reflecting happy hearts.
Roses grew, white and bright,
Animals appeared,
Keen and fast.
In this we grow old
Hoping for
The permanence
Of this fine scene
But understanding
The falseness of dreams.

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