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Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Oct 30, 2007 23:43:55 GMT -5
ENCHANTING WOODS
Through the open, curtained window Blows the sweet, scented air Of the late afternoon sunshine; Outside, the boughs rustle And toss in the breezy wind; Beyond them are the woods, With its enchanted pathways, Winding through the orchards, Bearing its rosy harvests. And, rising high above it all is a great mountain of snowy clouds in the soft, serene blue sky, With a glimpse of a distant, white-capped, blue sea - on which floats, like a jewel, The emerald isles of paradise.
© MIRIAM JACOB
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