.:Bucolica:.

.: Tears have fallen like withered leaves,
waiting for a wind that heaves
all the pain into thin air,
and clears the path till nothing's there...

 

Prairs have echoed like unfading psalms,
to take the place of unpunished cralms..
To open us up like an unread book,
and fill in the lustre we never took..

 

In the burrow between the hills,
lies a secret forgotten by time..
It's kept in the soil that never chills,
untouched by frost,unadorned by a rhyme..

 

In the depth of the sea,
rests an undiluted song..
What you can't see,you cannot reach,
you'll never know where i belong...: