Sunday, 23 January 2011

Loch Linnhe

The tide drifts lazily in
lapping over stones,pebbles
smoothed over countless ages
We stand and watch
in awe of the scene
a sublime serenity

mountains reflected
in perfect symmetry
clear waters
wavelets caress the ear

a birds wings swish the air
a fish breaks the surface
sending out ripples

I never had to leave

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