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There is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.
Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.
Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.
November by Walter de la Mare
What are you making for lunch today?
Today I have a lot of work that I have to do, so I won't be able to stop for a proper lunch break. So I am having a snack bar and a cup of tea, and that will do until dinner time!
But I thought I would ask what you were having for lunch, as I am sure that it is more exciting than me!
So, what are you having for lunch today?