The Fall

Posted: October 27, 2014 in Poetry
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The Fall
Way back in his mind he remembers the
page… white
a distant memory like the winter
and the joy he felt when
he sprung to action his mind
wired with springs and steam
he wrote and
the ink
and the black on the white
A true time of sunshine…
For him it was sublime

but then his dream came true
and now the pages are paper
and the dates and deadlines
killed an innocent dream
characters lost as his smile fades away

ves fall.
Now… the paper is green.


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