“
How
many times
did lonely mind
take
unpleasant
detours away
from the
familiar
winding lanes
towards
home for
fear of this,
the
remembered
hurt, the
long lost
youth,
the grim shadows
of the years;
how many times
indeed,
only the
exile knows.
”
Scent Of Apples
“
How
many times
did lonely mind
take
unpleasant
detours away
from the
familiar
winding lanes
towards
home for
fear of this,
the
remembered
hurt, the
long lost
youth,
the grim shadows
of the years;
how many times
indeed,
only the
exile knows.
”