Distant music calling, strange but familiar song,
Chords sweet gently playing, as dew caress the morn.
With night in silence fleeing, darkness e’er forlorn,
The cold and lifeless rising, by rays of sunshine born.
~ D.F.
Distant music calling, strange but familiar song,
Chords sweet gently playing, as dew caress the morn.
With night in silence fleeing, darkness e’er forlorn,
The cold and lifeless rising, by rays of sunshine born.
~ D.F.
Shadows and light….striking!
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Thank you, Mary!
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Enchanting image, and lovely word picture.
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Thank you, glad you enjoy the post!
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