The chill bone-deep upon the wind.
The stones by the solemn blue seaside are wary and drab,
Laid in a place where hearts rage in wounded silence.
There is a cold and ancient magic there,
Amid the barrows and monoliths in the Welsh hills.
It makes people sing.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/18/2009
Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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