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May 2018
How soft the wind sighs
Over perfumed purple bush
And songs of the bees
Breaks the lonely quiet shush

I am alone, adrift, marooned
In an endless sea of untamed heath
Shadowed by ancient crags
As they rise up high like broken teeth

Life abounds in the gorse and heather
And a curlew cries out its haunting cry
My heart aches in wonder as I watch
As it soars under a clear open sky

But I am not wanted, nor needed
In this place, this frozen time
But my presence will be suffered
By a land that will never be mine
Amanda
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Amanda  F/uk
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