Magic Snow-Globe Dec6 Window to a netherworld, a looking-glass of white; crisply permed and freshly curled, a monochrome delight. Wait upon the windowsill for handsome Prince and horse; magic snow-globe, if you will, please whisk me to your source. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Sunrise Crowns the Coming Day Nov19 Sunrise crowns the coming day with gilded glow, potential deep; clothes each moment with a grace befitting royals; while the sleep is rousing off each dewy head, beauty knits with reverent hand a mantle out of golden thread, and spreads its magic o’er the land. Share this:FacebookEmailPinterestTwitterLinkedInTumblrLike this:Like Loading...