The moor already wears its autumn veil, and, soon, we will be home. I know what you will say, when we walk up the hill, towards the place we have chosen for our retreat.
“Look! He’s waiting for us, he’s there, can you see him?”
But I know that only you can see him, that he ever appears only for you, through the ancient mist of long gone times.
For you are his beloved, the one he lost, when the Earth was young, and I, poor mortal, was but dust in a distant star.
And, as always, I will say:
“Yes, I can see him, bless our guardian, the watcher over our fragile spirits…”
Very nice piece.
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Asalways, there is a lyrical depth to your writing,
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Wow. This is stunning. I love the mood of it, the mystery, and the eloquence. Beautiful.
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That is a beautiful story 💜💜
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I love this. So simple and beautiful!
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Yeah, this is cool. Love the tone, the words, the simple and deep story.
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