City - Salem State - OREGON Country - United States
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"Night is my sister, and how deep in love, How drowned in love and weedily washed ashore, There to be fretted by the drag and shove At the tide's edge, I lie -- these things and more: Whose arm alone between me and the sand, Whose voice alone, whose pitiful breath brought near, Could thaw these nostrils and unlock this hand, She could advise you, should you care to hear. Small chance, however, in a storm so black, A man will leave his friendly fire and snug For a drowned woman's sake, and bring her back To drip and scatter shells upon the rug. No one but Night, with tears on her dark face, Watches beside me in this windy place."
WOW Shirley, what a fascinating poem, perfect image to compliment it. Great work, love the ripples and her necklace (oddly enough), nice floaty 'water' hair too. I really like this, Bek xxx:)
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