Britanny

I throw away the years, every age has its crust, laughs and happy tears, no life is too short, for those who you trust, gather toils of water, you run like the deer, carry a smell of musk, hazy scars so dear, I know what you caught, spun pennies in dust, you were never overawed, what brought you here, on this tidal flood, did you arrive in fear, no sign at District Court, hides a fact you’re bust, delayed what you sought, make flame dissapear, knew you before love, you always did see clear, cowards ride at dusk.