Fast asleep.
Dreams behind the swollen lids of heavy eyes,
She begins to weep,
She bids farewell to the Scott soldier with bagpipes.
A brave soul,
On a brave steeds back,
Restless bones,
An unfathomed track.
An unfathomed track,
He will be the one to discover,
On a brave steeds back,
What about her?
Dreams of fear,
Dreams of hope,
One last tear,
How many steps home?
As he creates melodies extracted from the soul of his bagpipes,
As he follows his quest,
Will he come home to kiss swollen eyes,
Or will he come home to rest?
Picture from the net- ( digital-photography-school.com )
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