#2024-Bygone
I used to awaken,
To the Rigi,
Calling my name.
Now I only hear,
Occasional whispers,
Carried on a breeze,
On snowy winter days.
I used to awaken,
To the Rigi,
Calling my name.
Now I only hear,
Occasional whispers,
Carried on a breeze,
On snowy winter days.