Silver Lochs. Poem by Michael Cochrane

Silver Lochs.

O Scotland draped in mist and heathered grace.
Where sleeping giant mountains lie.
The past recalls the lovers trace, and threads their sighs into moors and solemn skies.
In mirrored silver lochs that hearts can wander still.
Time forgets its mortal hurried flight.
And love remains.

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