Over that river on a slender thread
of hope, to neither the top
of the hill nor the comfort of
a shaded glade.
of hope, to neither the top
of the hill nor the comfort of
a shaded glade.
Along that road to the village of solitude
most treasured, of comfort and ease, where
I settle into yet another home, with
heart filled with hope of renewal.
most treasured, of comfort and ease, where
I settle into yet another home, with
heart filled with hope of renewal.
Good-bye and farewell to the frantic thoughts
of loss and consequence.
of loss and consequence.
Oh gosh...beautiful.
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