Gold In Them Hills

Sunday, 20 September 2015

I await you under the shadow of Astraka's golden bluff
Tales of Drakolimni told by sweeping clouds uninterrupted by distant bells of mountain goats announcing your arrival,

Follow the paths beaten by the Ancients amid the mirage of a maze,

A bed of wildflowers vast and lush I've prepared for you,

Lie with me there in silence perfect to drink the air filtered of the world below.

words by the rabbit
photos by both of us


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