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Early Night.
Darkness steps in early,
pulls away the last dregs
of a cold, stone-grey day,
trees weave ink black
fingers across the
faded sky.
And a lone sparrow late
to bed, calls a soft
goodnight.
Darkness steps in early,
pulls away the last dregs
of a cold, stone-grey day,
trees weave ink black
fingers across the
faded sky.
And a lone sparrow late
to bed, calls a soft
goodnight.
This painting you worded
This painting you worded would be hung in an art gallery for its beauty.
Wonderful context, thanks for posting.
Thank you so much Wordman :-)
Thank you so much Wordman :-)