Here I sit
In sight of the sea
The mountain at my back.
The rolling swell
Speaks peace to me
And I long
To put down this sack
At times unsure
Though old , not young
And aware of what I Iack
But one thing told in my mother tongue
That keeps me on this track
Is the gentle heart
That does no wrong
And his love
Will not hold back.
Like summer flowers
Beside the path
That smile as we walk along
We leave behind
The painful past
And listen to the song.
Joseph
15th June 2024
El Camino
Cantabria
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