Memories ~

Where are those dazzling hills touched by the sun,

Those crags in childhood that I used to climb?

Hidden, hidden under mist is yonder mountain,

Hidden is the heart.

A day of cloud, a lifetime falls between,

Gone are the heather moors and the pure stream,

Gone are the rocky places and the green,

Hidden, hidden under sorrow is yonder mountain,

Hidden, hidden.O storm and gale of tears, whose blinding screen

Makes weather of grief, snow’s drifting curtain

Palls th’immortal heights once seen.

Hidden, hidden is the heart,

Hidden, hidden is the heart.~

village in front of the mountains
Photo by Quang Nguyen Vinh on


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)

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