Sunday, March 5, 2017

Every Moment Comments

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The first fingertips of the sun
Gently knead our temples
And find their way between blades of grass,
Hide in the hedgerow
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Paul Reed
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Tom Allport 05 March 2017

a poem of its good to be alive feeling? nicely written!

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