Gently against the green,
of earth’s forgotten moors,
you carved on the old rocks,
the ancient magic of the souls,
that spread the whispers of freedom,
in your heart.
image borrowed from Sue Vincent/ poetry copyright neha 2018
In response to #WritePhoto prompt by the talented Sue Vincent.
You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2017
You waited…
on the windswept moors
under the grey clouds
with the smell of rain
touching your heart’s core
as you merged with nature’s soul…
you waited
poetry and image copyright neha 2017
You ran bare-feet to greet it at the door,
like you had many times before,
through the barren streams and moors,
forgetting your daily chores…
with the breeze blowing your hair wild,
you ran with the inner child,
in your heart…
you ran bare-feet to greet summer at the door,
of spring.
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2016
In the cool shade of the lost moors,
Butterflies follow your wandering soul,
with your eyes watching the sky unfold,
in the soft kisses of the sun.
free google image/poem copyright neha 2015
You waited…
on the windswept moors
under the grey clouds
with the smell of rain
touching your heart’s core
as you merged with nature’s soul…
you waited
free google image/ poem copyright neha 2015
In the cool shade of the lost moors,
Butterflies follow your wandering soul,
with your eyes watching the sky unfold,
in the soft kisses of the sun.
free google image/poem copyright neha 2015
You waited…
on the windswept moors
under the grey clouds
with the smell of rain
touching your heart’s core
as you merged with nature’s soul…
you waited.
free google image /poem copyright neha 2015
You waited…
on the windswept moors
under the grey clouds
with the smell of rain
touching your heart’s core
as you merged with nature’s soul…
you waited.
copyright neha2015
In the cool shade of the lost moors,
Butterflies follow your wandering soul,
with your eyes watching the sky unfold,
in the soft kisses of the sun.
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