HEART
Heart anchored to this land.
No need for more questions.
The slow breath of seasons.
An Ivy road that clings and wanders
About the steep sides of Mynydd Troed.
This voiceless white sky calls
Into a vast unknown.
Three days stand still:
The cold of motionless time.
Take it to heart.
Let the silence of it
Dwell there a while.
–
simonhlilly 
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