Over the top of the mountains the moon
Rose unexpectedly
In the sky, it drifted,
A bird, a fairy!
Blown out, round and sweet
Melon~ Like!
~ Patrizia Gattaceca
Go to Sleep, Darlings... “I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields It covers them snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says, Go to Sleep, Darlings, till the summer comes again.” Lewis Carroll
Showing posts with label SUNDAY MORNINGS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SUNDAY MORNINGS. Show all posts
Sunday, February 9, 2020
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