Walk in to woods

Dawning of another gloomy day

Led me to a place with,

Knuckles on my way…

On a scale of peppery to balmy,

Bus drove me along,

To reveal the hidden beauty…

Slippery, Muddy climbing…

Misty, Windy walking…

Sweaty, Humid leeching…

Untrodden ways took me above the clouds,

Of Knuckles Five Peaks.

Then I witnessed what William tried to say,

“A violet by a mossy stone,

Half hidden from the eye”

• Daneesha Ranasinghe -

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