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The Old Ways may be lost, but still...

The rythm of the sea
a hypnotizing hanter-dro
is calling me home

The winds of freedom
empowering worn spirits
are calling me home

Stable rocks, bravely resisting
the foam that's ever attacking them
No current would take me away, they promise
calling me...

And here I am, trembling
for fear my heart be pulled out
the call is so strong

When shall I answer?



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Jan. 19th, 2010 07:07 pm (UTC)
Jan. 19th, 2010 10:45 pm (UTC)
Laouen on o welet out krog da skrivañ barzhoniezh en-dro ;-)
Jan. 20th, 2010 09:27 am (UTC)
Ya, iskis eo....skrivet em boa dis ne oan ket ken liammet get ma santimantou ken, ha petra oa kaoz, ha da-c'houde oan beuzet em santimantou epad an devezh; hiraezh pad an devezh ha goude oan kollet get istoer ar paotr! Iskiset ar vuhez....
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