"My son, my brother and my friend
Are shades I follow in my dreams.
They offer me swift glancing gleams,
Of all that is, not all that seems..."
Those blue remembered hills by John E Marks medium.com/lit-up/those... #poetry #loss and a side of #music in the Lit Up press #litpub & #poetrycommunity
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Those blue remembered hills
“Every single human being should be the fulfilment of a prophecy: for every human being should be the realisation of some ideal, either in…
