The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines, Covers itself with stars.
— George Elliott Clarke
Whylah Falls
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The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines, Covers itself with stars.
— George Elliott Clarke
Whylah Falls
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved