Along the Kyle

Hills of green can be seen far and wide, although, down here forever is blind.

The sky is shy today, as he decides that we all need a decent dose of grey without rain.

Winds flow through the castle which once housed our family and our loved hearts.

The sky knows what my heart feels, but he’s always been good at knowing this.

I’ve travelled far and wide to try and escape the pain I feel missing you, but I cannot keep going forever.

The sky tells the rain to hold off. The rain tells the sky to fuck off. How like a married couple these two are in retrospect.

Walking along the Kyle, I know the time nears. How wonderful that after 100 years of your moods, you and I will meet again.

The rain begins to fall. It looks like the rain won that argument. Perhaps I will too.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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