The wall is silence, the grass is sleep,
Tall trees of peace their vigil keep,
And the Fairy of Dreams with moth-wings furled
Plays soft on her flute to the drowsy world.
~Ida Rentoul Outhwaite
Reblogging to my sister site Timeless Wisdoms 😚
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Oh I love your comment! I picked a different image at first, but I didn’t hear the flute either. I never thought of it that way.
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The link between that gorgeous photo and the beautiful words is inextricable. Thank you! I hear the flute’s haunting melody 🎶❤️
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