Day after Day

Its June…

an empty sky

…except for blue

the colour of childhood


and everything new

days of summer perfume

of roses and carnations

of freshly cut greens

alongside football

played on the street

goals scored between

lamppost and railings

by wild young things

with cuts on their knees

the push and shove of


turns to undying


relived day after day

under an empty sky

the colour of childhood

Thatcher Doran


About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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