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Thursday, 23 August 2012

Rough Stones



Once upon the hill
Whipped
By mountain ash
And sharp marsh grass
A rocky road
Stumbled across the moor
And I stumble still
In fellowship
Not the best day
For a journey
I hope for brightness
On the morrow
Without sharp stones
And rough edges.

JL August .23. 15:47

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