The constant trees beyond my window, stately stood against the sky. Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws. How I wish that I could fly.
“And so being young and dipped in folly I fell in love with melancholy.” - Edgar Allan Poe
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"Clouds adorned with whirling jackdaws" Very nice, Susannah!
I presume the jackdaws were making a racket as well!
They certainly were! Good to see you Mari. x
Great rhythm and rhyme here and a wonderful use of words.
Thank you. ;-) It is good to see you. x
I like thinking about "constant trees" - I have some, too. But flying? I'll let that to you.
:-) Good to see you Barb.
So nice to see you again with your beautiful words, Susannah.
Thank you so much Hildred, it is wonderful to see you again. :-) x
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