forgottenmeadows

thoughts from my mind to yours


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Carved #WritePhoto

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.

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Summer

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


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You ran bare-feet

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

free google image/ poem copyright neha 2016