pace slow we quicken
a cold heart crossing
the sun dust indented
it scares us to be so
far into the heath
we choose a branch
and wander
and wonder
through the grass
some old curse
shedding
By Rebecca Sullivan
pace slow we quicken
a cold heart crossing
the sun dust indented
it scares us to be so
far into the heath
we choose a branch
and wander
and wonder
through the grass
some old curse
shedding
By Rebecca Sullivan
grace touring 
lovely poem
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Thanks mukluk,
Croajingalong National Park in Victoria’s east is an inspiring place to write poetry 🙂
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