The warm air stays amongst the shrubs as the daily
flowers close their buds.The sun has gone like a falling
crown to make way for the moon with that familiar frown.
This is the time when the air smells sweet and frogs come
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Pure magic, Sylvia. This is a wonderful word painting. Love, Sandra
The best of Sylvia Spencer is shining though as bright as the moon against the midnight blue! Absolutely beautiful! 10.
Sylvie, I love your sincereity. Beautiful words and great rhyme.Well done. SEE you aint got wb! xx
Sylvia, you have composed in recent works a style that is completely your own, and completely brilliant. Now stop it. I hate jealously in myself! ! ! ! ! (Only joking. About the 'stop it', that is) .
Delicious Sylvia, perfect in every way. A beautiful poem with a wonderful flow. Loved it. Loved it. Love Ernestine XXX