On the edge of a lake,
A cottage,
Nestling among trees,
A mere spec from the shore.
Some songs un-born,
Reside in a grieving heart,
Seeking solitude in that
Already-isolated community
Fleeing from contact!
On the edge of a lake,
A cottage,
Nestling among trees,
A mere spec from the shore.
Some songs un-born,
Reside in a grieving heart,
Seeking solitude in that
Already-isolated community
Fleeing from contact!