Laura GráFeb 10, 20201 min readHomesick Photo credit:Ovidiu Stefeliga I saw the first light of my homeIn shivers of the mountain wind,I feel its thrill when I'm aloneIn troubled rivers of absynth.
Photo credit:Ovidiu Stefeliga I saw the first light of my homeIn shivers of the mountain wind,I feel its thrill when I'm aloneIn troubled rivers of absynth.
My darklingAs I wandering into my soul, A burning sigh grows in the deep For all my pains, I'll take a bow Thus, they are mine, even if.. bleak. In dreams of night, the day will rise In many shades of fading ach