Seasons Poetry
Poetry by Francina Hartstra
Listen how the old river softly sings,
so softly the songs of yesterdays;
the longing in my soul grows stronger,
to return to when the river was my home.
Picture: courtesy Ghislaine Forgues
Listen how the old river softly sings,
so softly the songs of yesterdays;
the longing in my soul grows stronger,
to return to when the river was my home.