Post #5749

you... who stood there firm with the mountain breeze whose chantings echoed through the valleys, you came down as the summer ended down the heights, down the slopes blessing the lands with a melody, gentle breezes that ran through the streets gently touching every soul pure heart that cured all cross the streets, near the shore who came from farlands stood was a stranger, seeking the cure whose prayers could be heard with eyes closed #micky #review #poetry