Beauty In The Wilderness

The patch of land lies bare and unspoilt,

 

An array of paths that weave through trees

 

Mud puddles and rusty railings,

 

Steps that twist up a steep rise.

 

An assortment of hidden colours,

 

The photographer’s hour.

 

A fresh wind, a hint of sunlight,

 

Silvery, like a winter mist.

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