The Scottish Highlands
Man with dogs,
where are you going?
Blue mountain spring,
where are you flowing?
Lost in the pure joy of
greenery.
The questions I would ask
to bask in the vast
unbridled
expanse of this place.
Where is the land
that leads man with dogs away
and invites a blue mountain spring?
It is here.
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