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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