Sat atop the tor
Weathered granite aspect
Lichen patches, pale celadon
Eyes closed, mouth open
Wind sweeps, invades me
I become its instrument
Looking now, I see you
Sat beside me
Shared moment
Cloud steals over
Shadow crosses rock
Sliding away
Looking again
Looking back
A trick,
Shade of memory
I didn't just believe it, I knew it, for so long, and it turned out to be an illusion.
I still don't understand it.
Oct 14 - March 15
Edited 25.06.15 to fix the text colour of the last three lines, which for some reason were different from the rest of the text.
Shade of memory
I didn't just believe it, I knew it, for so long, and it turned out to be an illusion.
I still don't understand it.
Oct 14 - March 15
Edited 25.06.15 to fix the text colour of the last three lines, which for some reason were different from the rest of the text.
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