My heart is in the mountains
My soul is in their midst
My mountains call from splendoured heights.
I hear their song and my heart is lifted to where the red kites soar.
I breath the ancient air of kings and in that moment I am there.
The pleasure that their call invites.
I hear their words and my heart is lifted to where the red stag standing in grandeur breaths the ancient air of kings
In that moment I am there.
My heart is in the mountains
My soul is in their midst
The passion that their call ignites
I hear their cry and my heart is lifted to where they pierce the skies and I breath the ancient air of kings.
In that moment I am there.
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Author:
Joanna Garrido (
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Comments3
Thanks very much. Will try to.
reminded me of one of my best friends, her heart is in the mountains, loved this one 🙂
Thank you
Very good, I was there with you Joanna.
Thank you
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