Stand still awhile on this empty moorland
Let the silence wash away yesterday
Feel the pull, as if walking backwards
To an old time, an old world
Beneath the soft pink blush of sunrise
Morning mist, the sweet damp kiss of angels
Do you remember when bliss was all you knew?
When you lived in my house…
©AnitaDawes2024
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This piece feels so nostalgic. Lovely!
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Wonderful Anita.. thank you for sharing. ♥
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Beautifully penned My Friend.
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A lovely remebrance on a sightful sad loss? Enjoy your weekend! xx Michael
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This is very lovely.
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Perfect! The poem goes so well with the photo. Well done!
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