29/07/2026
AnaMaria presents: Melancholy hill
The heavy clouds begin to part,
To warm a tired, aching heart.
Though steps were slow along the slope,
The highest peak is full of hope.
The bitter winds have died away,
To let the gentle music play.
The shadows break, the path is clear,
With every strum replacing fear.
You draw a bird upon the page,
That flies away and breaks its cage.
The lines are bold, the ink is new,
It spreads its wings and takes to view.
We stand together, safe and high,
Beneath a wide and open sky.
The world below is small and still,
And peace has found our quiet hill.
