Winter overture

Winter overture

For a time we shall refrain
           from love games
and from all the charades
           built on false words
and empty gestures
           and senseless betrayals

The swallows have all
           flown south for the winter
and I shall join them
           in my heart at least

With the summer heat
           they will return
in that I trust
           but in not much else

John Lyons


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