Reaping Respect
Virgin wasteland un-trampled
Rugged terrain in front of my step
I am resting as not to set foot
In the rugged scape of magic
A screen of thistles ramblers climbers and shelter
Indigenous flowers budding
Untamed seeds flowing wild
Feral spread of the horizon
Rugged un-spoilt inspiration
No trespassing as far as soft eyes explore and receive
Gentle wind soothes my skin
Rain shares moist trickles
Clouds break musk and dawn
Mellow chorus of fragrance
If I go any further my steps threaten the fleeting wonder
22nd March 2020
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