The Sad Music of the Hills
The haunting , silent, sad music of the hills
Purple heather on the roadside
As the car winds its way up the steep
To my little cottage in the little village
My home for a while
Where the solitude cleansed me
Made me humble and still
Where the angels and my books
Were my only friends and companions
I surrendered
And went to sleep
With the faith in my heart
that the Light which has always
protected me, will grace me again
Like a blanket wrapping a new born child.
Copyright © Sabrin London | Year Posted 2022
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