The moon shines on the river,
The wind blows through the pines,--
Whose providence is this long beautiful evening?
One moon is reflected in many waters;
All the water-moons are from the one moon.
The wind blows through the pines,--
Whose providence is this long beautiful evening?
One moon is reflected in many waters;
All the water-moons are from the one moon.
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Just been browsing...and I stumbled on this blog. Really pretty pictures here.....:)
@Nupur: Welcome and thanks for the compliment.
I hope you would be a regular visitor henceforth...
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