Swiss Countryside (by trumpeter_16)
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How would I love with friends of mine
Across these rolling hills to traipse.
Shoes threadbare, wallets empty,
Uncertain of night’s resting place and
Chipper all the same.
Life is laughter, starlit conversations from a grassy hillside, the charming rustic towns we pass through and the villagers we discuss later in the day.
We leave footprints and unimportant memories of sojourners; we take no souvenir save the one etched in our hearts
of beauty, joy, of love and fellowship. the fresh mountain air we breathe is the undistorted glory of life and Love.