Calm on the hill


Run fast the meadows, for their burning desires.
immersed in this liquid, to quench all the fires.
Return as this memory, cannot be barred.
freedom is coming, don’t be alarmed.
smolder it may, it’s fury does build.
forsake all the sadness,
with calm on the hill.

©~RRS, ~Outdoors2


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