POLZEATH CORNWALL
Gathered here amongst the hills of our hearts
The stones of us, our joy, hopes, history, dreams
Tumble out as words
Bold pebbles against the sandy shore.
Doubtful shadows creep around me
I feel their breath at my back
Their salt ****** my eyelids,
Pulsing, this circle of light, words, and laughter brings me back ,
This sweet belonging bears me away.
The streams and fields of us sing this landscape
The echo resounds around these walls
As our souls meet on the far silver shore.
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 1:12 AM UTC
POLZEATH CORNWALL
Gathered here amongst the hills of our hearts
The stones of us, our joy, hopes, history, dreams
Tumble out as words
Bold pebbles against the sandy shore.
Doubtful shadows creep around me
I feel their breath at my back
Their salt ****** my eyelids,
Pulsing, this circle of light, words, and laughter brings me back ,
This sweet belonging bears me away.
The streams and fields of us sing this landscape
The echo resounds around these walls
As our souls meet on the far silver shore.
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