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the sun on lakeside water gleams on surface glass you can not fail to notice that light can smother dark it sparkles and it spangles and here..

(We can learn from our avian friends)

( I must stop watching horror films at night, this is what my muse gave me this morning)

Something different

as long as trees do green their leaves in spring and bluebells carpet woodland where we walk as long as bird song trills for you and i and we are ..

inside your soldier hands my silver heart of sterling i am valued more than gold undo the tiny clasp find you and i the wealth lies in the ..

Spontaneous write

(Another one from the Victorian Graveyard)

( a touch of Victoriana recently discovered)

(Spontaneous write)