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Oct 2020
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.
Summer spells are sweet but fleeting
Anais Vionet
Written by
Anais Vionet  20/F/U.S.
(20/F/U.S.)   
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