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BRIEF ENCOUNTERS
The time of brief encounter,
When every moment was precious
Where the bush was our territory
We were young, feral and free,
Up to no good,
A thousand miles from reality,
In our world of mystery and wonder.
In the time of brief encounters,
Which always seemed too short,
We chewed yellow mango flesh,
That made watering mouths climb high.
We scaled magic branches for sweet rewards,
Which melted in willing mouths,
That caused sticky hands and faces,
And filled grubby nostrils with sweet smells.
When bellies were filled,
When little mouths could eat no more,
Sleepiness embraced us
Time could never end.
Nothing could linger forever,
Though anything was possible then,
Brief encounters were exactly that,
Once there, gone again just as quick.
The magic branches are still once more,
Waiting for the next climb
For children, wild, feral and free,
No longer care for brief encounters,
Bellies will fill again,
Brief encounters will seem so far away
Forever more.
