Monday, October 15, 2012

Evenlode Comments

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Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent trees,
Leaves stilled and breathing faintest whispers on an air
Imbued with lilac grace and petal scents; the meadow leas
Sigh gently through their shadowed loams of camomile
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Charles Mackintosh
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