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The Magic Dies At Midnight

As the clock strikes midnight

And the love dies

Reality smacks us

Right in the jaw

The harsh winter

Greets us like an old friend

When love ends

It fades away

Like a half rainbow

That disappears in the sky

Beautiful

But

Incomplete


Midnight

When the magic dies

And the next day

Begins

Where love doesn’t follow

It's left behind

In the yesterdays of forever.


-C.H.


 
 
 

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