Sunset on the Mountains

Sometimes I wander
Wander along the path
Where the old crow caws
And the raven laughs
The silhouettes lay against the sky
With jet black wings I see them fly
The lark she sings
Her notes are bold
She sings of a story
That’s never been told

Then I see the mountains
Standing there
And the sun red as fire
Shining so fair

It looks to me
As if a dream
Is opening up to me
In the sky blue mountains
On a calm, calm sea

By Sarah Downing

My name is Sarah. I was born and grew up in England and currently live in Düsseldorf, Germany, with my fiancé Corey and my cuddly cat Biscuit. I work as a translator and writer for my own company Aardwolf Text Services ( and I love vintage clothes and music, as well as singing karaoke.

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