Amongst the stones with heather grown A fog lay on the land And it did seem, as in a dream, That I could almost stand Upon that shroud with my head bowed And drink the fragrance in Transporting me …
Source: Walking on Air – #writephoto
Amongst the stones with heather grown A fog lay on the land And it did seem, as in a dream, That I could almost stand Upon that shroud with my head bowed And drink the fragrance in Transporting me …
Source: Walking on Air – #writephoto
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Very haunting, laced with a sense that it almost isn’t real. Like it is a dream.
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Thank you for sharing, Sue.
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A pleasure, Ken, lovely poem!
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