A Matter Of Time Nov22 by Joan After the sun fled west, the pond lay still, waiting to be kissed by the rising moon. JDG Share this:LinkedInEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
Exquisite! ❤
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Wow, such a sweet poem, I absolutely adore this. The image is really clear from the way you’ve described it.
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