Whispering Thoughts

 A slight gravid pause, carousel at the peak-point. Wild breezy laughters. Written for video prompt by hellokoo from Insta-fam Welfare unto all Rab Rakha

I miss hills.   Hills, With crisp drifts; With spick spirits;   With livid, living firs, birds, wilds, griffins, hid in thick mist.   In tip, is rift stirring with kith-n-kin.   This shifting scrim, this rill singing still.   Nigh! Right thing is, I miss hir diggings, hir kind.   I miss hills!!! Welfare unto all Rab Rakha