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Join me now and lets rest
With your head on my chest
Wrap your arms around me tight
As the sun shines , so bright
Down upon the lake of green
Where sweet love, can be seen
On the bench, lips they kiss
Minds filled with sweet bliss
By the lake , where we rest
With my head on your chest
Across the lands of golden brown
As skies of blue, they look down
On
Over naked trees, that before your eye
Catch the solar rays that fly
From the skies that look down
Upon the land , dressed in golden brown
Left or right, which way to go
Along the paths, as the light does flow
Down through the trees, green and high
As you follow the rays, up in the sky
Tempting you left, tempting you right
Searching for love found in the night
That is found at the end of the day
Along the path that leads the way
Beauty, beauty , in my mind
In my eyes, where you find
Sweet, sweet love shining bright
All the day and all the night
Love, love in my heart
You do beat and never part
Always holding me,very tight
Under the stars , beautiful, radiant light
Beauty and love in my hands
As i walk, the wild lands
My heart is filled with affection
Where i see, your sweet reflection
On the right track, looking for the blue
Peeping behind the dark clouds, above of you
Across the fields and far away
Awaits the beauty of a Summer day
Dressed in a cloak, illuminated bright
Found beyond the track, that is seen on the right
This is the gently rolling countryside at the southern end of our village in the north-east of Northamptonshire. Our cottage is about a five minute walk from here, in the centre of the village. The town of Wellingborough is about five miles to the south, while Kettering is about three miles in the other direction. Northamptonshire is a rural county given over mainly to farmland. It was once known as the "County of Spires and Squires" on account of the numerous old stone churches and country estates. The church in our village dates from the 1200s.
This is the Salem mansion. It is located in a part of Thessaloniki which was known as the “Countryside district”, outside the city’s walls. Read about the villa's history and my new series, in my new blog post. nickiupstairs.com/countryside-district-en/
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Through the gate lies paradise
I see it with looking eyes
I walk it with my rambling feet
It's pure beauty, i devour, i eat
Below the skies of deepest blue
My mind it thinks of only you
Waiting in the far-off land
Your naked skin, ready for my hand
To caress its softness, so very sweet
As below the tree of love we meet
Through the Gate in paradise
Where your beauty will fill my eyes
Un quart de siècle aujourd'hui que je suis arrivée de Paris dans ce gourbi à la frontière du Yorkshire et du Lancashire.
I moved over here from Paris 25 years ago...
Swaledale is in the north of the Yorkshire Dales National Park. The beautiful dale is renowned for its numerous stone barns dotted across the landscape, together with its many dry stone walls and its Swaledale sheep - a particularly hardy breed. Until the end of the 19th century, it was an important lead-mining centre, but when the industry effectively closed, many people left the dale to find a living elsewhere. The remains of the industry can still be seen on the fell tops.
Break the chain that does bind
Smash the walls that you find
Block your path , keep you inside
The prison cell , where you hide
Waiting to finally, be set free
Waiting for your eyes, there to see
Hope rise up, above the distant trees
Happiness blow upon the breeze
As you break, the chains that bind
Cross the fields, until you find
Freedom waiting, there for you
Under skies that forever blue
The north-west of Lancashire has some very pretty countryside, which is largely given over to farmland and pasture.
Follow the shoreline round the bend
Until you reach the very end
Where is found, deep in the blue
Natures beauty in front of you
When you reach the very end
Of the shoreline, around the bend
shot with an olympus om-d e-m10 mark ii—720nm infrared converted—and the 14-42mm electric zoom (ez) kit lens
Across the wild countryside
Where the green across the land does ride
Where trees they bloom and horses graze
Through the seasons and the days
Feeding on natures growing green
That across the land is now seen