In the last days of summer, I have seen,
What was in that golden haze,
Was but a dream.
In those fleeting moments, I have heard,
The sound of the mourning dove,
The truth in its call.
These final moments, these endings, are they truly?
What is an ending, but the time before a beginning?
Aug 12, 2010
Aug 12, 2010 at 5:09 AM UTC
In the last days of summer, I have seen,
What was in that golden haze,
Was but a dream.
In those fleeting moments, I have heard,
The sound of the mourning dove,
The truth in its call.
These final moments, these endings, are they truly?
What is an ending, but the time before a beginning?
Copyright Colleen McNulty 2010
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