Auf Wiedersehen
A shaft of sunlight
splits our dreams
and the spell evaporates,
our fate is sealed,
our goose is cooked!
Morning-mouthed,
bedraggled, the reality of day
makes for a rude awakening,
as reluctantly we say
'auf wiedersehen.'
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2016
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