Jul 2012
If a hymn is forgotten
there is no duress,
in the midst of a day
the willow still glistens,
the swallow
inspires another longing song.
Without words our feet
carries the distance.
there is no duress,
in the midst of a day
the willow still glistens,
the swallow
inspires another longing song.
Without words our feet
carries the distance.
