The River Flows Under The Hills

The river flows under the hillsBeneath the cliffsBeneath the meadsBack to the valleys still green Full of wonders and dreams With nightingale’s lullaby I sing a song now for you Through sweet August night Secrets untold lost beyond tales of foretold times Worlds sparkling far below the edge of midnight The river flows through theContinue reading “The River Flows Under The Hills”

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