End of summer, end of love,
suns setting in eternal blackness...
reaching for a moment, reaching for you,
where souls die a thousand times.
Light has shifted into a tide,
of crimson tears and languid blues.
Stars blazed too brightly...for a moment,
as they dwarf out of existence.
The Universe was too vast,
for fragile hearts to survive.
And fiery echoes of once was,
pulse as distant beacons...
in this endless night.
Always,
Deborah
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