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CARN INGLI HAIKU

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We are lost in its blue distance.

Carn Ingli praised by cuckoos.

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A gathering of sunlight.

In the shadows of Carn Ingli

Even the near becomes distant.

Humming bees.

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Some hills watch you for miles,

Knowing who you are, where you have been.

Carn Ingli, perched above the world.

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A flock of blue stones:

Cracked open are their doors.

Crowned in heather and whin

Is silent Carn Ingli.

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