Embrace

Cold irons embrace me

I see outside the window, green swaying in dancing greys

I hoped to be taken away, my widows peak and following stones

Mountains reveal sparkling lands, clear voices of the meadows.

Down many valleys, he waits and life goes on.

 

 

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