
CAERLAVEROCKCASTLE Caerlaverock, driftin deed in the waater, broken waas gapin like battle scars. Pride an pain etched in red stane. Carcass o a castle, history, hingin... ...fae its banes.

New Licht Thir’s flicker o licht, spredin across yon ferns that hae sproutit owernicht, or sae it seems tae me. Maybe a’ve lernt tae luik, noo a’ve had the time, tae gether-in this wirld an speir the sichts o simmer.
Nae bother, thank you 👍
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Pleasure. Loved both poems. have a great day.
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