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Under Your Cape, Teacher A Teachers’ Day tribute to those who shape our thoughts, nurture our voices, and gently guide us toward discovering...

Saturday, August 8, 2015

Curtains of night

The curtains of night,
Embellished with silver lace.
Dappled seaborne clouds,
Against silhouttes of cedars,
Golden glory ripping them.



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4 comments:

  1. kalpana solsiAugust 8, 2015 at 11:12 AM

    Ruby, you have described the night is few words. Beautiful .

    Embellished with silver lace. So artistic.

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  2. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 8, 2015 at 11:13 AM

    Thank you Kalpana for such kind encouragement

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  3. AnonymousAugust 9, 2015 at 9:09 AM

    I love "the curtains of night." :)

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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