an eragail and arainn mhór
your laughter, my tears
sunset's loveliness holds back dark
but my mind's waiting for the stars
winds steal my bated breath
but the beauty gives me life
now some questions answered
more are given to take the place
trade you a brick for two wheats and an ore?
2 comments:
no, but how 'bout two sheep and a wood?
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nice, you Swede lover. *grin*
better watch out for the longest road card when i come in may.
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