The moon casts it's pale light over sleeping
Houses drawn oddly in unexpected shadows,
Transforming strangely our outlines, seeming
Distorted on the old road that narrows,
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echo from the church
Whose stones reflect the sounds from far and near.
In the stillness of fields empty and bleached
The palest hue of colour tints a scene... very poetic lines. great description, great power of observation. thank you very much. tony
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echo from the church Whose stones reflect the sounds from far and near. In the stillness of fields empty and bleached The palest hue of colour tints a scene... very poetic lines. great description, great power of observation. thank you very much. tony