Little Orbs
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David Harris
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On misty nights across the moors
the souls of the dead
float across in little orbs,
on moonlit nights
there is nothing there,
but on misty night they appear.
Their meaning is unclear,
whether it is a warning
not to venture too far
or you might become
a little orb as well.
The mystery remains
across the boggy moors
on moonless misty nights.
9 August 2014
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