A gallery of my heart

It's

Dinning at the molin rouge.

Sitting on an island full of Monkeys.

Skating on frozen lakes.

Dog sledging, arcoss the planes of Canda.

Exploring abonded ship wrecks.

It's

Old pub, with songs to be sung.

Dancing in the rain.

Playing in the storms.

Hiking up the tallest mountains.

Climbing up the tallest towers.

It's

The sound of waterfalls,

running down the stone.

The colour of trees,

on a bright autums day.

The feel of dew,

right between your toes.

It's

Dancing in the gravyards,

Chuches full of skulls,

Calling out their names,

So their stoies can be told.