Silver Tongues


On warm summer evenings when the shadows grew long

and the silver-tongued blackbirds would burst into song

The warblings reflected from trees all around

springing echoing lilts of that wonderful sound

From the loftiest heights at the top of a tree

the cares of the day fall away, I am free








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About Marie

An eccentric & quirky artist and writer who fills her time between fantasy roleplaying sessions with painting, writing and playing her guitar (rather badly). Usually to be found with paint-stained fingers surrounded by books and tubes of acrylic paint.
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