Of anything singing
I move with a grace
In the meadows of lightness
caressing your face
And I love you, I love you
with never a sound
When the wind through the willows
sends love crashing down
In the sighing, a nameless
of being will cease
to become of the mountains;
just valley increased
Through the mist and the dying
yet echoes farewell
How I love you, I love you,
but who may I tell?
And the shadows ~ the heartless
deny they are thrown
By a brilliance of beauty
they never have known
Can you hear them? Bells ringing
and calling you home
Oh, I love you, I love you
must echo alone
About the Creator
Juliette McCoy Riitters
I am curious. I am unfamiliar with boundaries. The combination has led to an eventful life, and I am looking forward to what lies before me.
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