MOORS by
Cloudy moors
of Yorkshire
Veiled with
bride like shyness
Everything tucked
away in haze
Lingering in
slow gestures
The horizon is
limpid
Vast with
fields of dying grass
Underneath it
is decaying bugs
Trying to make
a living of murky waters
Solitude leans
on me
Caressing my
face with cool breeze
Muttering
nonsense
Uncurling this
loneliness
The glimmer of
the dapple
Time fleeing
of my palms
Shivering with
resentment
Among the
sufferers no worse than Plath
24th May 2013
Wetland Putrajaya
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