“The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare: Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair;” William Wordsworth. The trees are in their autumn beauty, The woodland paths are dry, Under the October twilight the water Mirrors a still … Continue reading “Visual Poetry”
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