Cold dreary winters in the moors
Mist and hail glisten the grassland
Moorish patches in their silvery splendor
The creeping sun behind the creek
The serene silence amidst the rustling winds
The glow of early rays
The sweet scent of wild flowers
In a vibrant purple haze
The mist sets the moors ablaze
I watch mesmerized in childlike glee
I close my eyes to savour thee
My misty mauve scene for eternity.
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