Open the door Open the windows. Let the thinnest air in, For I cannot breathe in. Let me feel the breeze Let me cherish the wind. Allow me to swallow the air, For I cannot breathe in. Unclasp your fingers from Around my neck. Loosen your hold From around my hips, For… Read More I Cannot Breathe.
When spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the bough; When light is on the wild wood stream, and wind is on the brow; When stride is long and breath is deep, and keen the mountain air, Coma back to me! Come back to me and say my land is fair! … Read More Come back to me