

When mountains wither
And stones bloom in spring,
When forests are rivers
And Man lives in peace,
I will remember you
And the Light
Of this moment.


When mountains wither
And stones bloom in spring,
When forests are rivers
And Man lives in peace,
I will remember you
And the Light
Of this moment.
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Thanks, Michael.
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Beautiful
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Thank you.
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Lovely.
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Thanks, Rae.
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Nice!
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Thanks, Jess.
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Lovely, Sue. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks, Suzanne.
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where would we be, without our memories?
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Or our dreams.
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Fantastic! A truly lovely poem.
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Thanks, Michelle.
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Love it 🙂
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Thanks, Judy x
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This is really super, Sue.
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Thanks, Robbie.
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