Twilight
Just a song at twilight,
When the lights are low
And the flickering shadows
Come and softly go.
When the heart is weary,
Sad the day, and long,
Still to us at twilight
Comes loves sweet song.
-G. Cliffton Bingham-
posted by Anna at 10:09 AM
4 Comments:
I took this picture in the evening at a lake near our house. It was like the sky and the shadows on the lake made it look like it was one continuous sky no horizon. I was so beautiful, the picture doesn't even show the full affect....
Very beautiful and the poem is just right for the photo.
Deborah; thank you, it was beautiful the picture doesnt even come close to how pretty it was. You see things like that and just have to stand there in awe (and then grabbing the camera of course)Ha Ha!
awesome picture Anna.its just one more lovely picture you have taken.you have to do some thing with your eye for the beautiful.people buy good pictures like that.love you Anna.
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