Andrew McNeillie Poems

And suddenly the view looks as though
An artist had been busy with her pastels,
Blunting the mountains and the hills
With mist of cloud and blue-green shadow:
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How many times was it those foggy anaesthetic days
when I could hardly see a hand before my eyes but felt your breath?
I've learnt not to look for an intelligent answer from you ...
But I remember that break-of-day you stood your ground for once,
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