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The Bright Blue Sky
The bright blue sky: a memory
Of our infancy, bathed in light.
In a cloudless recollection,
We dare to revisit those days,
When, brim full of freedom from care,
We ran and pedalled like the wind,
Unfazed, it seems, on our stick legs,
Licking clean our knocks and grazes.
Old snaps solidify our smiles.
This lost land of the all-possible
Soon dimmed its way to school and...
Monday 16th June 2025 8:19 am
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