Montag, 23. Juni 2014

Fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves / Upon the fields of barley / You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky / As we walk in fields of gold.







("Fields of gold", Sting)

Goldene Gräser im Sonnenuntergang hinter unserem Haus am Montagabend.

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