Watching the tidals that wash to the shore - I never forget. Into these silent waves of all times - eternally. How long may this remain. Peace to the land.
She's the month of June. A summer's tune. The wind that blows. The flower that grows. She'll forever be. So proud and free. A firefly. The sun in the sky.
Deus ex machina.... . After ten rainy summers. And nine destructive winters. There was hardly nothing left. . But a bare and sore ground. Lite a stripped and dried out soul.