Moors


She is the ocean of moorland,

Only tamed briefly by fire.

And even then she’ll grow back stronger.

She is in the wind that blows unstopped across heather,

Knotting your hair,

And filling you with want.

She’ll remind you you’re alive,

Blowing away sadness like the chaff that it is.

Indifferent to you,

She’ll help you find yourself.

She’s my soul.

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