Mountain girl


A curious celt am I,

Who roams upon the land.

A note book under my arm,

And a pen held in my hand.

The birds and mountains talk to me,

I listen quite content.

A lustful thought upon my mind,

A passion so intent.

So listen as the winds blow free,

For I am true to form

And the more in love you make me fall

The brighter be the Dawn


About Sunrise

I'm a writer and musician

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