songs from the hills
Dec 4, 2020
the hills are quiet, the birds are running out of the song. near the field where the sheep are crowding, a girl lying on the grass of loneliness. there’ll be an eclipse tonight, she’s scared.
they are talking, the dew, the soils, the wind. talking turn to be melodies. the songs from the domes that have been sung for more than a thousand years.
the songs that are like God’s talking, she’s blessed. the birds start chirping, the wind does not dry anymore, blowing the grass to her cheek, following the melodies. her heart is filled. the rivers sing the lullaby. a sun before the eclipse.
