A perfect sky blue pink peach summer ending evening.

Aeroplane trails, bathed in soft orange,

Sharp bright blue, peeking through.

The smells of bonfire; autumn's on the way,

But the wair is still warm from the blaze of the day.

A new space in Loughborough, huge grass green, 

Empty white frames to capture the picture.

A rolling slope that looks even softer than the clouds and a 

Fresh taste on the tongue and a 

Fresh breeze on the face and

Fresh sounds all around.

Everything lives for just

One more time.

The End

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