The past of rich remembrance

 

The past of rich remembrance

The past of rich remembrance
the smell of it under blue skies

the taste and touch of it
endless hope stretching out

beyond days beyond years
lounging on summer lawns

or under the innocent shade of trees
there where in her eyes I once saw

there is such a thing as heaven
somewhere I so longed to be

John Lyons

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