Echoes from The Mountain Top a collaboration with Wintersong
Love, from the snow capped peaks of my heart echoes ring through the valleys below. Songs of Abelard and Heloise, distanced by ignorance and shame, and all those whose flesh wanders the wastelands of separation: you are the winter rose hued on the breast of new fallen snow. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Echoes of unrequited love reverberate through the glen of a broken heart. Silent strains of devotion, estranged by unruly circumstances, seeking to destroy the bonds which can never be broken: you are the radiant sun that delivers the rose to existence. Written February 19th, 2002 © on Feb 19 2002 07:26 AM PST 0 • 8
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