Flowing
 




A mist lies on my river
like a hazy shade of winter.
The river flows forever
on its way down to the sea.

And it's flowing, ever flowing
on its way down to the sea.



When spring time brings a promise
of new life and revival
with the mauvy jacarandas
oh so wonderful to me.

Yes, the mauvy jacarandas,
oh so wonderful to me.




Midi: Hazy Shade of Winter





By cherryk

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