Opus for Oprah

Our village is old; our people are ancient, flowering on solid rock

Opus for Oprah

Our village is old;
our people are ancient,
flowering on solid rock
still warm at the heart.

We flow around all obstacles,
embrace each soul that's chosen us,
stand up to misfortune and fortune
impervious as rock,
hold those stones that cry out in joy,
weep to melt their core.

We are old;
our village is older.
Our people?
Ancient as rock.

© Kåre Enga 2007 [164.443] 2007-12-28

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