I wander up the village’s hill,

Autumn day is falling.

A rising breeze, i feel it’s chill,

Silent nightfall’s calling.

 

When shadows through the forest creep,

Night Owl’s crying lonely.

I watch the trees for long asleep,

Thoughts are talking only.

 

As vision’s flying far away,

Pictures seem so close,

Of worlds I wish to see one day.

Where my wind blows, who knows?

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Comment by BlackUnicorn on November 21, 2016 at 2:53pm

Thanks Source :) Yup that's the village where I live.

I needed some fresh air and got kind of a inspirational DD overload haha.

Comment by Camoran on November 21, 2016 at 1:10pm

Is that a photo of where you live? Nice place.

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