Waiting
Green, green fields In time forgot Flower in hand Petals blow He loves her, He loves her not Golden haired girl With skin of satin Beauty unmatched Strikes the man breathless Who sits upon his steed Of black Hidden from view Behind the mighty pines Images of her Dance within him Now here she is Waiting…… ©2001 Crow Majik 3/01A little Irish flare.....I seem to be drawn to the Celtic and all things Irish...must be the 'Goff" in me! Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 10:03 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Green, green fields..."