Night wends it's way to shadows on the cusp of solace, a sweet song of golden clouds have sung its way across the clouds, and sunset won the gambit of evening's roll of dice. So now, to sleep on the seat of moon, where no buttermilk cookies need run from a spoon. Ah, but all in her own sweet time will mistress Sleep swoon, to squander away the night to dreams.
Corpus Christi -
in the silence of dawn
my heart praising
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Note
Today is a Public Holiday here in T&T : Its Corpus Christi: A Happy Holy Day to all.
Sanaa is prompting today
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Revisit
15 June 2015
