My muscles aching with pain From afar, as high as the sky, I see a glacier And after many miles, it starts to rain I traverse the frozen lake Hoping to get home In time for mother’s cake Just in time before the gloam I sit on my bed, and reminisce about life Flying those yellow kites Setting up those campsites And spending my summer nights
Liebesleid, Love’s Sorrow Linda Askenazi Mochon
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