I am a veil of lies
clinging to your hair,

a damp wedding dress
trailing your hills.

I mask your Highland kirk
with shimmering tears,

tread the rough aisles
without footprint.

I am condensed with fears
that you cannot face.

I barely exist

I freshen your lungs,
a vital supply.

Be yours forever?
I sigh.

I am bound to Nature
and in sunlight


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