Like the stars slowly at black nighttime...
The swallows, wing beat by wing beat at blue daytime....
Springtime Broom blossoms gradually on this hillside.
When it arrives, the evenings are sweet with the scent of
coconut and honeysuckle - for they flower at the same time.
The frogs sing expectantly in the valley.
And the owls call.
2 comments:
That little town - we've seen it before, I think -- is so pretty!
I think we have too , but hopefully not THIS photo on THIS blog - i like to think that whatever else there is unique photo content available here.
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