Picture by Annette Meyer at Pixabay
Whispering willows weeping at gold-plum sunset, beneath the pink moon. Dusk discretely darkening, soft steps in green carpeting. Trailing blue waters tangled in hued destiny, and the hint of breeze as tones appear, then vanish; at eventide, outlandish!
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