mandag 22. august 2022

The wind at Peace... Is creeping softly over battle fields. It is as if... What is...I could forget all- Even the life I disrecall or ...

 


Saying Goodbye---
I ll be saying goodbye
at the crossroads,
heading off down the road
Through my soul.


A rocked endet it all.





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