
The moon woolgathering tonight wrapping its glow in snatches of fleece from the sheepy clouds that happen to stray too close to its face on their heavenly way. Still it can't resist peeking down now and then to see what's up in the world of men.
My streams of thought meet here
Wonderfully written
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Thank you.
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Simply lovely Christine.
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Thank you. 🙂
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I like “sheepy clouds”
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I debated several options, but liked that best myself — because it sounds like sleepy, which suits night clouds. 🙂
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Delightful!
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Glad you enjoyed it.
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😊
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That is lovely, Christine!
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Thank you.
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Love this poem. Yes, the moon finds the two, walking hand in hand, in the silver light of a quiet night.
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Glad you liked my fleecy scene. 🙂
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Great poem!
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Thank you. 🙂
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