Your song, my song, our song… By Ada Den Hollander

Wandering in the forestnot knowing where to goI hear soft sounds emerging. Wondering who is playingquickening my paceI see you sitting theresinging, playing your guitar. Watching you, I hear your tender voicepulling me, inviting meto join. Branches rustling as I approachyou look up and singthe last line of your songI found my lovewhere have you […]