How we alone of mortals are Hid under quiet boughs apart, While our love grows an Indian star, A meteor of the burning heart, One with the tide that gleams, the wings that gleam and dart.
Yeats
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Whistle* Talk about Paradise-It looks like a beautiful place!
2 comments:
Whistle* Talk about Paradise-It looks like a beautiful place!
thanks- yes it was a beautiful place! my pictures don't do it justice.
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