Upon a high, and lonely hill.
A dark and listless wind doeth blow.
The grass does dance,
the tree do sway,
as the light does rise,
from a hidden place.
And the whirling,swirling, wind dies down,
and the night does come,
and the stillness reigns,
and someone, hopes, for a brighter day.
For any one who follows me . This is a previous painting to my blog. The link following is for a site where they have a topic, and different artist express that idea in art, words, photography, etc. I decided to do both art and poetry.
The topic was SWIRLING
I hope you enjoy it.
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