On a long trek across wind swept Cornwall
Searching out ancient legends still told
Close to Dozemary Pool the air changed
Shifting with long held purpose
Wind stills the water’s edge
I fear a sharp pull
of legend lost
where Arthur’s
sword still
waits
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Dozmary is a magic place to stand in the silence.
We found that too, such an unusual place…
:)
I can hear the breeze whispering secrets through those blades of grass, if only I could understand the language.
I think we do understand, on some level…
Yes, on reflection you are right. Maybe it’s simply a case of taking the time to ponder on the whispers we have heard.
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