One by one the leaves,cover the meadow,it is their time,they know the season.
Flutter, flutter, flutter like butterflies,they fly on the horizon,some are late,they are still dancing.
Some others,came down an hour ago,upon the girls’ hair,have woven a crown.
Some others,still stay on the tree,wake each other up,they had fallen asleep.
She took me by the hand, Princess Argjiro, and through our history, we set out on a stroll. Path by path through Illyria, weariness heavily overcame us, from the pages of…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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