As a restless Nomad I searched near and far for a place to belong then he came into my life and gave me love and a place to call home.
Years and years passed by without a blame all so happy and content then one day at dawn I packed my bags again without a word and went
Freedom was there for me to take as I pleased without the shackles and chains I ran freely through poppy fields, down the river and back up across plains
To seek out a new life on the horizon which was tailor suited only to me; Since then years gone by, but still with hope that one day, I shall find thee.
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKMay 18, 2013
A chastening experience for the deserted one with whom you had experienced years and years without a blame... Maybe one day you may indeed find your Holy Grail.
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I really like your work...
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Bill
Without dreams one cannot find their own Holy Grail