A Solitary Moor
Sep 6, 2018 · 1 min read

Afar in a solitary Moor
as two swans lay
the distant contours
too white too pure,
I behold
the silent ripples
on green lay unfold
whispering
a dearly lone that beauty holds.
It is a glass pane
that reside in between,
A dormant vein
And a forgotten dream.

