The lightest of blues<\/p>\n
a halo of glory<\/p>\n
caressing our mountain<\/p>\n
a wonderful story<\/p>\n
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long before seven<\/p>\n
what we could see<\/p>\n
was this beautiful shade<\/p>\n
clearly a key<\/p>\n
to a day of true colour<\/p>\n
in these regions our<\/p>\n
Eyes are excited<\/p>\n
impressionably<\/p>\n
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Moelwynion \u00a0sadly<\/p>\n
bathed in a mist<\/p>\n
dark grey quite steely<\/p>\n
its hard \u00a0to resist<\/p>\n
staring<\/p>\n
at mountains<\/p>\n
For \u00a0actually they<\/p>\n
are indicative really<\/p>\n
about each new day.<\/p>\n
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635 am \u00a0from Awelfa<\/p>\n
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The lightest of blues a halo of glory caressing our mountain a wonderful story long before seven what we could see was this beautiful shade clearly a key to a day of true colour in these regions our Eyes … Continue reading