she dreams – embracing the moon with stars ⭐✨ aglow
“The Moon was but a Chin of Gold
A Night or two ago – And now she turns Her perfect Face – Upon the World below . . . Her Cheek a Beryl hewn – Her Eye unto the Summer Dew . . . Her Lips of Amber never part – But what must be the smile – Upon Her Friend she could confer – Were such Her Silver Will . . .”
Not always were there deserts of arid wilderness and wind swept sand in thirsty dry lands For one great river flowed broad and deep through gardens of flowers and grass with green leafy trees. The bird skims the ripples with wing and song as brimming waters wind and flow in four rivers of paradise. Over pebbles shiny and smooth , in rhapsody singing all day long. Flooding hill and dale and meadows of gold with plenty of water for everyone!
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