Far Across The Dales

Time runs and flowsAcross misty mountainsAll covered with snowWhile the heart rests in silence Dreamy-eyed child asks for a lullabyPainting all those valleys and riversAll the mountain tops so highEchoing still among silver days of forever Pale fingers touch a scarWhile resting upon your chestDew-like rhymes caress the heartWhile tired mind tries to restI singContinue reading “Far Across The Dales”

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