woodkatie28

Dancing Through the Moors

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

Comments1

  • dusk arising

    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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