Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Lionel Walden Too much Too much moonlightto see the depth of the starry sky;soft silver sifts downthrough the empty miles,filling our eyes with secrecy. Poplars rustle like rain,falling from the cloudless night,and the dead brown leavessigh in the south wind,ebb tide in a lonely cove,footsteps departing.
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