And yet there are the strange cruel gains the deep solitudes of sky that have formed, creation glowing and rippling into brighter notes of birdsong than ever before, into the music of the trophospheres of flowing blue realms above us which the geese have reclaimed haunting the heavens with their cries of elation and lament unwavering in their flightpaths their seamless interchange of positions, the gloved swish and creaking of their hinged wings.
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We are thankful for many, Who have carried our Country, They have worked non-stop, they are tired. Nice Guy. A fragile soul cracked like shingle tileAs the cold wind blows Freaks This illness is once of fiction, And I know it cannot be worse than one reasoned by fact.
I am the one Who loved the hot August sun.
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Three meals a day Breakfast lunch and tea That went out the window Times those meals by twenty three.
A Lover's Dance. If we could ever say we are truly in love? What a sight we made, me In my too short pyjamas and You with your worn trousers. Newly ploughed fields — never before had I seen such beauty in the brown, velvet loam — distant green dales, moors, bumble bee charged meadows blanketed with butterflies, wild flowers, delicate spring blossom reaching to the sky, enveloping us in its fragile beauty, silence broken only by yearning birdsong and hedgerows chirping and rustling with invisible inhabitants.
So This Is Goodbye.