The German mountains

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were always blue in summer
Blue morning haze

lifting from the valleys
Sky blue days, made for

larks, wheeling hawks, swallows
and boys with box kites

running hard
to find blue lifting air

Published by colinhopkirk

Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.

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