Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Waters of March

It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of the slope
It's a beam, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope
And the river bank talks of the waters of March
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart
                                                         from Waters of March
                                                         by  Antonio Carlos

1 comment:

Kim said...

Oh my gosh! The wind must have blown air into your sails again. Glad to see you back! Missed you much! ♥