the green bird of my childhood just getting away,
the fields of daffodils kissing their river reflections,
the shining of hidden gold in my motherland`s mountain-caves,
and all the coming sunrises overflowing of dreams,
all... all... deafening, just promising my soul to your inner ears
right in this moment
as the soft breeze of this spring gathers to your palm
COMMENTS
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NOKTURNL
13:43 Dec 12 2019
nice
GRTR1
13:35 Dec 14 2019
nice
Dragonrouge
21:50 Jul 01 2020
Thank you!