| When
below the poetic horizon the sun sinks deep |
| And
the moon dances in the sky |
| Like
the sun some must sleep |
| while
others shall arise. |
| A
hug or kiss on the hand |
| that
waves our regretful good-byes |
| to
our magical fantasy land |
| as
slowly our body does petrify..
Unpublished
work © 2000 Carola Deschamps
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