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