Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude.
Wine
stirs the spring, happiness
bursts through the earth like a plant,
walls crumble,
and rocky cliffs,
chasms close,
as song is born.
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
My soul wandered, happy, sad, unending.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories