As The summer evening died a death / My Mother was drunk to hell and back / I left my sordid house of filth
And made my way to the river bank / And as I walked the sky was pink / And beautiful things were in the sky
I was sobbing in my soul / As I listened to the birds and the insects call / Wishing I could roam eternal
That this sinking dusk would never end / That tennis balls and distant screams / Would echo with my little steps
Towards the river with the sky hung pink / On the death of a summer's eve.



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All text and images Shane Levene 2016. Additional work and Maintenance T Plaksin 2016