On northern moor
She rises high,
A pillar of strength
Weathering gales and sunsets.
She loves all her daughters
Not one is forgotten,
Not even me!
For you see,
We're uncountable.
I touch her rough skin,
Feel the power within,
Her spirals and namesakes
A million prayers.
She seems warm to the touch
Like the mother
I crave so much,
She stands tall, and will still,
When all else is gone,
And she'll still love her daughters,
Under the moon and the sun.
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Author:
SerenWise (
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it was indeed a pleasure to stumble upon these words this fine mane... I could very near feel the heartbeat beneath her hard and tough exterior... I believe all standing stone circles have a pulse like energy........ Neville
A mystic energy lives within ancient standing stones and your pen verses it here so well here - -there are many in Cornwall and they all contain power - thanks for the visit to look at one of these mighty keepers of secrets Seren.
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