i ran over the moor

from the lair of the devil

climbed the stile and

ran down the fell

slipping and sliding

on glistening rocks

and ankle deep mud

past the cows staring

at me with evil intent

down to the reservoir

serene in the silence

of the clough, high up

on the moor, away from

civilisation, the sun

peaceful, content, as

it saw its reflection

in the perfect mirror

of the still waters,

beauty from above

reflected back to heaven

i stood there speechless,

motionless, struggling to take

in the delicacy of the image

before my eyes. for one

moment life stood still, a

perfect moment captured

with the press of a button

to be treasured forever

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