sexta-feira, 13 de março de 2026

The shapes of Muckle Roe

 The shape of an animal up on the cliffs
Moving to and fro
Staring down from where it stood
There on Muckle Roe

The wind and drizzle unending
Random fat raindrops cutting through
Landing on the patches of lichen
underneath the red granite

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