the feel of the moors

Posted: March 25, 2020 in poetry, Uncategorized
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the moors and fells allow me to
forget about reality as i immerse
myself in their natural beauty
feeling their watery vines creep
into my shoes, getting under my
socks, penetrating my skin with
their icy cold fingers, letting me
become a part of the moors,
hearing their voices through my
skin, feeling the breath of the
moors in my soul as it gives me
life where previously i had none

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