A lovely languorous poem of the summer that seems now confined to memory, together with that innocent love. Today I am glad I am old!
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Author: philipparees
A writer ( mostly narrative poetry) of fiction and non-fiction. Self publisher of fiction and Involution-An Odyssey Reconciling Science to God (Runner-up Book of the Year (2013), One time builder ( Arts centre) Mother of four daughters: Companion of old man and old dog: One time gardener, lecturer, wannabe cellist, mostly enquirer of 'what's it all about', blogger and things as yet undiscovered.
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Thank you for the lovely words and the reblog, Philippa! Viva la poesia!
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