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Tuesday, 10 November 2026
Thoughts of Yesterday
Thoughts of yesterday.
A grass strewn track with freckled sunlight,
Glistening through the tree's
Lights the shade where moss strewn roots
Grow strewn like wooden seas.
The rustle of the leafy hollows
Nature chattered from on high
The air so pure it's scented magic
A never ending bright blue sky.
When we walked the senses heightened
Memories returning
Climbing trees and never frightened
Just a part of learning.
Our childhood playground reached the stars
No boundaries played a part,
We ran until our breathless bodies,
Almost burst out hearts.
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