moorland memories

  1. Yearn for old
    Turn for the told
    A want so superior
    So unknown for fear
    She wasn’t sure –
    Did she really want more
    Was tonight the opener
    Over watching utopia
    Of him: she taunted
    Is that what she wanted?
  2. Confusion so perplex,
    Like a puzzle with a silly vex
    Ale, beer, bottles and wine
    A memory, a distant time –
    So lush, and so divine
    A small hotel in the moors
    Something far, with no flaws
    Maybe it’s meant to be
    This is for her, land and sea.
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