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Jan 2016
Of all the seasons, summer
is timeless.
The summerblown cornfield,
windwaving sunbleached white gold,
is forever,
and the time of wild strawberries,
small and freely given,
is outside time.

Happy dreams too
are timeless.
On waking I am filled with
an oceangrey
mistgrey
cloudgrey
regret
that the dream was not reality.
Yet I am glad to have felt joy,
and the beauty overcomes the sadness,
as the sweet wild sound of the pibroch
transcends the lament
that gave it birth.
Pibroch is a complex form of Scottish music, frequently (but not exclusively) a lament, played on the Great Highland Bagpipe
Paul Hansford
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Paul Hansford  81/M/England
(81/M/England)   
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