Genel Yönetici GERGE Mesaj tarihi: Eylül 26, 2007 Genel Yönetici Paylaş Mesaj tarihi: Eylül 26, 2007 The atmosphere was grey and translucent. The birds sang sharply on the young twigs. The earth would be quickening and hastening in growth. Blackthorn was in blossom , white and wet , Its tiny amber grain burning faintly in the white smoke of blossom. Purple twigs were darkly luminous in the grey air , High hedges glowed like living shadows Hovering nearer , Coming into creation. The lake lay all grey and visionary Stretching into the moist Translucent vista of trees and meadow. Fine electric activity in sound came from dumbles The birds piping one against other The water mysteriously splashing Issuing from the lake. The morning was full of new creation. Link to comment Sosyal ağlarda paylaş Daha fazla paylaşım seçeneği…
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