( giovedì, 01 marzo 2007; 08:14 )
Earth, stream and tree encircled by sea
Waves sweep the sand from my island.
My sunsets fade.
Field and glade wait only for rain
Grain after grain love erodes my
High weathered walls which fend off the tide
Cradle the wind
to my island.
On Air:
King Crimson - Islands
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