(no subject)
When I look back
I see the landscape
That I have walked through
But it is different.
All the great trees are gone.
It seems there are
Remnants of them
But it is the afterglow
Inside of you
Of all those you met
Who meant something in your life
Olav Rex
August 1977
I see the landscape
That I have walked through
But it is different.
All the great trees are gone.
It seems there are
Remnants of them
But it is the afterglow
Inside of you
Of all those you met
Who meant something in your life
Olav Rex
August 1977