| All the birds have flown up and gone; A lonely cloud floats leisurely by. We never tire of looking at each other - Only the mountain and I. My birds have flown up and gone They have built their own nests, On the trees of foreign lands My tree is lonely and leafless- We look at each other tree & I. |
Monday 19 November 2007
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very nice, makes me think of walking in the hills, the cold air, leafles trees, crunchy steps, but still there is a warmth, from our love of our place x.
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