The mossy green earth
Kisses my feet
As I wander through grassy fields
And the babbling brook
Trickles and laughs
As its water dances across the stones
Here in this valley
I find repose
This peace, this quiet, refeshes my soul
Jun 8, 2016
Jun 8, 2016 at 10:34 PM UTC
The mossy green earth
Kisses my feet
As I wander through grassy fields
And the babbling brook
Trickles and laughs
As its water dances across the stones
Here in this valley
I find repose
This peace, this quiet, refeshes my soul
Memories of Ireland.
Comfort in the valley
6.8.16
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