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Converging Lives.  Sounds, Silence and Imagery

Converging Lives. Sounds, Silence and Imagery

Poetry, Memory and the uncanny- woven into words

Tag: classical

My retreat

The hideaway down the hill. – my retreat So hard to beat the views spill Sky and sea, night and day thrill The moon in all her glory stuns – brilliant bright Glowing light, magic truth runs My writers muse, wildly comes This the land of fairytale – a world fey Fairies play, see in… Continue reading My retreat

Published Jul 17, 2017
Categorized as Fantasy, imagination, life, Poetry, Viewpoint Tagged classical, moon, Poetry

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