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Flavour of Night
By A F Harrold
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PoemFrom Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
It tastes of high clouds
of crisp cold
of twilight
It tastes of autumn leaves
of bonfires
of the first star
It tastes of curtains
of ‘Time for bed’
of warm pillows
It tastes of snuggled up
of stories
of snoring
It tastes of unbelievable
of muddled up
of brilliance
It tastes of marzipan
of early glow
of morning duvet
It tastes of half-awake
of alarm clock
of breakfast