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Austere beauty
A pale, white moor
Edges all softened
Clear air, silence,
stillness,
I'm crying with the cold
Wheels humming
Through a crystal frost
A raven whispers
High above.
My moorland oak
In glitter decked
Rising out of
Hardened ground
All her work
Under the surface
Unseen,
I reach out to say hello.
A blue sky full of absence
But skylarks are singing
In my racing heart.

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