The swish of a skirt in the dew

“They shut the road through the woods
Seventy years ago.
Weather and rain have undone it again,
You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,
And the swish of a skirt in the dew,
Steadily cantering through
The misty solitudes,
As though they perfectly knew
The old lost road through the woods….”

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Photos Cosmin Bararu