Green is the colour
Her bosom wide
Ducks are flying
Across the silver sky
Horses are playing
The evening pride
Along the line of naked trees
As if the pearls have melted
Into a beautiful heaven
And the boats are waiting
For the moon to sing the icy night,
Copyright 2008 Roshan Tulachan
Be always safe,
Karen
Axilea
Exquisite - simple and evocative.
Thanks, ~D.