The shepherd’s daughter


In the Lydian fields kissing the Aegean sea,

Where the Sun bleaches the hair of windblown barley,

I saw her there,

With the undulating breeze in her golden hair,

Lithely she moved,

Like feet her feet the ground never touched,

Her eyes glowing like golden green moons,

Watching the world move from a distance safe from is clutch,

And of her voice, the sound I’ll never know,

For as quick as she came watched the shepherd’s daughter go….


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