Memories are Made of This

It's somebody's birthday today. I remembered the date even if it all seems very distant now. So if you ever read this Weblog or find it by accident, here's the first verse that springs to mind, a Haiku favourite of mine.

Summer grass.
Of stalwart warriors splendid dreams
The aftermath


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