take my hand and climb with me…

thirty seven degrees: ‘I’ll be home December…’

Another Life ~ NO

thirty seven

Green fields alchemised by sun, machines turn to golden thread. Wheels of wheat, geometrically aligned. Cranes prance, royal mating dance. Spring holds sway, blooming with life. Blood beats, heart breathing. In and out. Should the devil ever ask where you’ve been, I shall answer. With Solveig’s words, the echo: “In my faith, my hope and my love.”


To innocence and laughter, we’ll fill our hearts again…

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This entry was posted on November 6, 2012 by in Spring and tagged , , , , , .


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