The Sacred Valley
Whether upon earth or sky, This love of ours will never die, Upon the mountains that sing where wildflowers Grow, our hearts combine and I no longer Shed the tears of woe, We hold hands, like two branches intertwine, Our love climbs like an ivy...
The Eartihn Song
Upon the horizion, the sun vanished behind the mountain peak, twilight slithered like a snake beyound the half light, twisted upon the hills of moon soaked flowers, thunder and lightning dance upon a field of gray and white, a wolf howls a song of...