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HEART’S JOURNEY
Age has brought no end to loving
Never the torch has shone so bright
Always wishing, always searching,
Will it last me through the night?
And when the morning breaks again
Upon those northern heather moors
Will my ageing heart return
Will it still be yours?
Roland's Ragbag 
Beautiful Roland, I always feel at peace on the moors, no matter the weather, for me there’s a magic of sorts. Your verse also made me think of Haworth, Oxenhope and the Brontes.
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Thanks, Nigel, for your thoughts – from the hills and dales of our homeland.
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So beautiful and tender Roland. Your love will continue to shine and those beautiful moors will know. Maybe you should go and stay a while once winter is over.
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I’m hoping to be back, for just a day, later this month. Thanks for commenting, Miriam.
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Beautiful and touching, Roland.
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I’m grateful for the comment, Eugenia.
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