art by Sulamith wulfing...
In the gloaming, oh my darling,
when the lights are soft and low
and the quiet shadows falling
softly come and softly go..
When the trees are sobbing faintly
with some gentle unknown woe,
will you think of me and love me
as you did once long ago..?
Jonatha Brooke
1 comment:
I so enjoy your site. Such a wonderful picture to go with the gloaming hour... Thank you. Love and Light, Nina P.
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