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Monday, August 22, 2005

Midnight sun

It was like a dream
in which the sun never set,
love never died,
and the music just played on and on.

The soft kisses
are only half remembered now.
The champagne is gone,
and here the sun sets.

But dreams are elusive
and darkness
can nurture them
just as richly as the light.


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