A valley low, a horizon yonder…
will I see you there…
where these rivers, run free and wild
my heart, beats louder than my drum…
my heart, our hearth, yet sings for you
yet time for peace, a truce we call…
let’s walk together, into shade and rest
share water, with each other in every breath…
at last, we crest these green grass fields
with solemn tenderness in our eyes…
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av Nightngale
Publicerad 2019-06-25 22:23
Roger
You make me see the valleys, the heather, lakes and feel the air, crisp and clean. And in the distant just a tocuh of fire in her hair..
2019-06-26
Roger
Orden skakar om... rakt in i ögonen Går till vila, återkommer i morgon.
2019-06-25