‍How beautiful it would be

if the grasses always grew green?

the sun, always its flaxen yellow?

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And once we drank the sun

days long in the summer

perhaps the sweetness is still on your lips

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The strawberry smiles

and the sparkling light eyes

feel like something from a dream

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but flavour comes back, in the strangest of times

to remind us that, in fact, it was not

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Graphic by Red Deeley