Over the Hill


Over the hill I see the sun,
I see the sun descending.
Over the hill I see the trees,
I see the trees unbending.
Over the hill I see my love,
I see my love everlasting.
Over the hill I see my life,
A life well worth reflecting.

Copyright © 2009 Norma Martiri

Form: Rhyme

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