There’s a hill standing against my path This lonely morning, part of the cold forest Birds sing in trees, when sunrise in the mist Green and brown grasses escort my twisting path
Oke’s Musings: Poetry, People and Places
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There’s a hill standing against my path This lonely morning, part of the cold forest Birds sing in trees, when sunrise in the mist Green and brown grasses escort my twisting path
