I’m lost in a world
Feet and hands
Glide through the wilderness
The view is barren
from where I wonder
The scented air
of lavender and thyme
My voice echoes through
The stillness of the moors
The howling wind
Whispers through
The ends of my hair
The loneliness is gone
I’m just walking
Through the fog
Trying to find my way
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Author:
woodkatie28 (
Offline) - Published: August 18th, 2019 08:46
- Category: Nature
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Comments1
Fog clears and there is sunshine again warming one's enthusiasm..... suddenly your eyes begin to see again!
The way ahead is there for those trying to find their way.
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