Sunday, 19 May 2019

THE MOOR....

The Red Kite soaring, the old house moaning, ruined, all fall down,
I wont go in there...he did, there is one womens nylon stocking hanging from the bedroom beam...he said..
Peewits danced and the eerie call of the Curlew hung in the air...
today on the moor..
11.5.2019
KHild

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