/song on a quiet night/
our nights, white moth wings,
sweet sad dreams of siren flame
light on each launch borne
/crime in a meadow/
bees drone the clover
fat lemons fall everywhere
she pulls back her hair
/song on a quiet night/
our nights, white moth wings,
sweet sad dreams of siren flame
light on each launch borne
/crime in a meadow/
bees drone the clover
fat lemons fall everywhere
she pulls back her hair
Yes! A gorgeous “watercolour wordbook” once again! 🙂 I LOVE the visual bite of the “Crime in a Meadow” line.
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dank je wel, manja!
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Graag gedaan! 😀
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“Sweet sad dreams of siren flame” is perfection! .
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Thanks, Fan of Dickens. But for feedback like yours, it’s hard to know which snippets are connecting with readers.
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