Lost
Everything about her lost
in this deep pool shadowed by cliffs
where the wind skims, rippling green.
Nothing above me now she is gone.
Grey clouds can’t touch her.
The water widens and the granite sings
to one small bird oblivious, dipping.
Lyn Browne, Dartmoor
Everything about her lost
in this deep pool shadowed by cliffs
where the wind skims, rippling green.
Nothing above me now she is gone.
Grey clouds can’t touch her.
The water widens and the granite sings
to one small bird oblivious, dipping.
Lyn Browne, Dartmoor
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