Indian summer forgot her silver threads of dreams
outside the window
like the long hair of an old lady who remembers
as once upon a time, before the flood
even before the last snows
ringing laughter rang out across the landscape
and St Luke's summer hugged more than twice
and grandma with long silver hair of dreams
embraced her knees, oh, she's so sweet and nice,
and forever she knows
carefully, very sweetly and lovingly
just for a minute, just for herself, just now
she put all her dreams in drifts of snow
Indian summer
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