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To the east end of vast field where old legends were told A streamlet was meandering and spotted oxen were lowing peaceably their lazy golden calls... Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?
When ashes in the clay brazier became lukewarm, sounds of night winds ran across from the empty fields & aged father dozing off and on tried to raise his straw pillow up and straight... Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?\
My heart grown out of dirt, yearning for the sky blue colors. was looking for an arrow shot haphazardly in the grassy, dew strewn wet field... Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?
Dancing like night waves in the legendary sea, her dark hair blown away, my baby sister & plain looking, not so pretty but always bare footed wife were gleaning grains with hot sun light on their backs.... Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream?
In the sky, stars far apart moving toward the unknown sand castles, and autumn crows flying croaking sadly over poorly thatched roof And around the dim candle lights, sitting closely, we 're humming with stories shared Such a place.. will ever be forgotten even in a dream? |