![]() The Greeneth of DreamsA Poem by Botania![]() .![]() Upon the hill and o'er the moor the wash of green becomes my floor It floods the valley hill, and dale Rush to the sea and with it swell Hills of green just come to me swell the land like waves the sea. Fill my dreams of heavenly hills of green come over me.
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Added on February 15, 2015 Last Updated on February 15, 2015 |