Evening thoughts
Fine but cols winds blowing, The sun\’s smile fading away, The land\’s face frowning with darkness, Sheep heading home, Yearning
Meditation
Slopes I decline Plains I desire An impossible desire Mistakes are real Sins also not in exemption Many or less
A dance to the music of my thoughts
Thoughts aught to our way my human doubts To find the courage to let go my faults Those that I