domingo, 7 de marzo de 2010


Oh let the sun beat down upon my face,
stars to fill my dream
I am a traveler of both time and space,
to be where I have been
To sit with elders of the gentle race,
this world has seldom seen
They talk of days for which they sit and
wait and all will be revealed.

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace,
whose sounds caress my ear
But not a word I heard could I relate,
the story was quite clear


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