A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam
Reflects the day’s remaining life
A dying breed of sunlit streams
A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam.
With folded hands in evening dream
Forbid the night’s resurgent strife
A golden bowl in twilight’s gleam
Reflects the day’s remaining life
3 comments:
The repeating lines are like a lullaby incantation. Beautiful photographs too - especially the mossy tree in your banner!
stunning imagery,
your words sing music,
magical piece.
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