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Technicolor Dreams Fill

My waking moments....

Remind me, not..... to say hello!

I never wished, but, I did sigh.

And, truth be known.

I sighed, a lot.

Will, 

I forever hear , the erring .... transgressing  echoes ?

The hollow tributes.

Whilst rifles roar, as the bugles call, slowly ..... grows silent .

And the beauty of the shot, Is lost, amongst the rattling of leaves.

Summers on its way.

And another memory, has turned, a corner.

In

My head....

Giajl © Jim Love