Carnival

Our love was like a carnival
So bold, so bright – so brash
And ended like a carnival
In penitence and ash.

I danced all night at carnival
Now morning comes – I must
Walk soberly to early mass,
Remembering all is dust.

–Tina Rath

Never wrote this poem, but I am absolutely in love with it……..

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