the days out on the lawn

the days out on the lawn we ran
beneath a sky both blue and pure,
the world we knew, that we began,
when life was ours, and we were sure

they come back like a flash of light;
the smell of autumn in the air —
when were ignorant, but right,
and hope assumed was
everywhere

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