we trotted one-legged, laughing at our heroics unsung
counting our falls and splashing around
the spirits kept floating in one by one
angels and devils together on a song
friends sent the beaded necklace to do their thwart
of the evil eye sending fires by
but we believed the garden of love
was impervious to the flashes of envious draughts
but ashes remain, the shards of the wine glass poke
charred are the bouquets and the cards swim afloat
it was fun that time, the red dress on, the mile long walk and the rainsong
that was years ago and time moved on, now i see your silhouette on the horizon.
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