From the pond's calm waters, the brightness slowly drains.
The flowers and the trees turn to a darker shade.
I recall all the wild summers I spent here
As a child; before the coming of cold fears.
In this surreal sunset, I perceive such strange things.
The fountain, the bandstand, the roundabouts and swings
Are now populated, in my mind's eye at least,
By the blithe spectres of yesterday. They're released.
These dream like moments in time, I'll never forget
Even in old age; as the sun will never set
In the same way again. As the light fades from view,
I'm glad that I shared this enchanting sight with you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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