Mary

Many hills separate me and my once true love, many hills and many miles
And seas, and forests, flowered glades, and time
Restless land I walk, and mountains climb, searching in my mind
Yet time’s distance grows, as mountains fade, and one more regretted dawn begins another day

by Leon Roskilly

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