Hark! The rhythm

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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.



Linking with Friday Fictioneers

4 comments:

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

    Embellished with silver lace. So artistic.

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  2. Thank you Kalpana for such kind encouragement

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  3. I love "the curtains of night." :)

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