The light fades from the sky,
And the warmth leaves the summer air.
One by one the people filter away.
But those two are still sitting there.
Their laughter lifts it's wings,
Soaring over deserted swings.
Their talk meanders around
The quiet, empty playground.
Monday, June 11, 2007
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