Beating Wings. Comments
The smell of scottish pine forests, the scent of the earth after rain, the sound of leaves when walking through the glens. The sound beating above the blue sky, of birds beating wings. Buzzing insects, waterfalls cascading on to ancient rocks.
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A Magic landscape appears here, the famous Scottish Beautiful ancient rocks, a true mesmerizing poem, crystal clear and presented with great brilliance.5 Stars Topscore
Sounds absolutely idyllic. I felt as if I was there reading this. Thanks for sharing.
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Dear Sylvia many thanks for your kindness and comments hope you are well and staying safe