Aching for the season of loves memory

There is an aching in the deep centre of being,That calls out to a homeland at some dark distant place.In child like hope we searchbeyond the blue horizon,for a Netherland Peter Pan landscape.In our mind this hope lingerswhere once a child was abandoned,sand castles are washed awayby the ancient tides,where the souls of old salty …

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