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Sunday 13 January 2013

Walk to a Red Telephone Box

Each step
Down the hill 
A step of deceitful betrayal

Each step
Down the hill
Under a moon of fascination

Moons and hills
On occasion out of balance
A soul lost to the valley 

In deep desperation
Fascinations and betrayals
His souls shallow weights

Streams that form
In shades and clearings
Of human scale

Find their way
To fast flowing rivers
Recent times flood plains

Hills and valleys
Land bound
Far from sand or sea

Open for enchantments
By a soul once thought of
As both distant, and free