Pass back my rose tinted glasses,
Let me see the candy blue
Where there is grey of smog.
Let me see the poppy field reds
Where the opium junkies lie, in their reveries lost.
Category: life
At the Limit, Poetry by Julian Beach
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We went north and west, remember?
winding from Irish Sea to fretting Atlantic
calling at the favoured places; Tara of Kings
yellow-flagged, wind-ruffled Ramore and Erne
the Calf House at Blacklion, tinted with old moss.
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