In truth the waves of time will envelop me In truth the little bud will capture me In truth I walk these streets for over 25 years the bad times not returning In truth I hold Elisabeth's hand and we talk our hearts out as the afternoon sun runs over our shoulders We grow older in truth certain things remain like good friends good food laughter near the fireplace We grow older pain sets in the body walks slower the heart never slows down We are what we have met soft shades of morning children dancing in the street of Now shoes for the fisherman studded rainbows rising Be. |
Monday, 25 October 2010
We are what we have met - Anita Holzberg
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