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Aurora
This poem was written after a day exploring Omaha Beach, one of the D-Day invasion beaches of Normandy.
Aurora
Before the dawn the north wind rails
at electric curtains of purple, acid green;
soft and terrible sails
that drape the stars,
flare bright as crystaline arctic nights.
Shall I walk far through silver beech
to reach hibernating huntsmen? Snow-shoed,
can I f...
Sunday 8th October 2017 12:39 pm
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