Jim Scallan

Rookie - 50 Points (Dundee, Scotland)

The Fading Mists Of Time

I looked upon a soft green hill
Newborn lambs just down below
As the mist flows down the forest glen
I have to let it go.
I flail at the ethereal wall
‘Cailin Ban’ softly bids me in
As I succumb to her peaceful beauty
The mist gathers slowly upon my skin.

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