© UllswaterDaffFest 2017//Another Place Blog
O to be in England in the early days of spring when the golden daffodils steal the heart and make it sing. Roaming the Lake District far away from urban noise, by cascading waterfalls enamoured of nature’s voice. Up the craggy mountains or on hills in shades of green, watch the sun as down it slides veiling tarns with sanguine sheen. O to be there with you holding hands in amber light basked in aural twilight field; daylight melting into night. Fireflies or fairies My mind cannot well discern. Feelings surge within my soul, Nature sighs with me and yearns. Time and breath both bated as your lips touch mine with bliss; stars aflutter, for they know Love is born with your sweet kiss. ------------------------------------- A Callman Collaboration (Paul Callus and Eileen Manassian)
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