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Da Tempo
(15th May 1972 / Birmingham)

Da Tempo

Poem By Stefan nnn

it’s said that sometimes
the west wind
blows memories to us
of things we never ever
had
or will have:
memories like water
caught
in the palms of cupped hands;
a cool drink after a long walk
on a very
hot,
tiring day

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