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Shilpa KarhikThe Silver Stream
July 26th 2007 23:35
Slowly,silently,now the moon
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees,
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
Walks the night in her silver shoon;
This way, and that, she peers, and sees,
Silver fruit upon silver trees;
One by one the casements catch
Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;
Couched in his kennel, like a log,
With paws of silver sleeps the dog;
From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep
Of doves in a silver-feathered sleep;
A harvest mouse goes scampering by,
With silver claws, and silver eye;
And moveless fish in the water gleam,
By silver reeds in a silver stream.
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Comment by Nickoftime's Sanity Corner
I liked the imagery you used here...kind of made me think of a fantasy artwork picture I saw the other day...
It was very high tech, lots of silver...
Keep up the good work...
Take care,
Nick
Comment by vimal 1
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Its an effort to personify the moon ...
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