Gerd Darner

(Oslo, Norway)

Mountain Love

The lonely young eagle high in the blue
looked down at the nature where he flew
the royal bird saw the snowdrop in the snow
he saw the white flower and fell in love
he wanted to hold the beauty to his breast
he wanted to kiss her and take her to his nest
he flew over her every night
when the moon was shining softly and bright
he whispered I wish I could sing

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