No going back πŸ™‚

by Oct 6, 2004Poetry

A rosy tinted happiness
Did once sourround my dream,
The rivers and the hillsides,
A slowly flowing stream,
And fields of wheat and barley
And skies of purest blue,
In which the sun so gently
Cast down it’s morning view.

And this for others I saved,
For I cannot return,
For trees and fields I one wished
But for peace my heart doth yearn.

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