Build your nests of red bricks and stoneDig your holes and bend the world to your willThe wind carries the scent of your folly to meI may choose to dw..
I am Miss Eluned Cyfeiliog the Warmlonely in my lifemy blue eyes look for distant mountainswhere no choirs or trumpets soundIn Llwnypia I am oppressed..
I know the tiresome emptiness off lossWhispered prayers wind around metight as a linen sheetI would rather hear the gale raging through the oakthan he..
My joy is worn thin as are my fine clothesI still recall their colourlike the scent of sweet daysA dove might fly to a white housebut what flies to gr..
Yesterday the sun shoneI saw shadows on my wallThey opened the blinds for a little whileand took away my shawlThe window was opened just a crackto let..
sea-smoothed relicof an ancient summer's daytwo children ran togetherwhile you walked side by sidewatching as they playedamongst birch and marshtwo mo..