Orion is glimpsed through the stand,
nocking an arrow aimed at his target.
The full moon casts an ethereal silver ghost light
onto the bodies of the crackling trees,
swaying,
weaving,
as they fight the loud and fierce rushing wind.
November 17, 2013 by Russ L
Orion is glimpsed through the stand,
nocking an arrow aimed at his target.
The full moon casts an ethereal silver ghost light
onto the bodies of the crackling trees,
swaying,
weaving,
as they fight the loud and fierce rushing wind.
“The full moon casts an ethereal silver ghost light
on the bodies of the crackling trees”
Excellent!
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Thanks Marey!
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Lovely words…
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Thank you.
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