Softened silver into grey & phantom mists loom Blue Mtns.> Already the south-ward birds crowd my overgrown garden/ Still expecting "sweet dew" of the air and greeted by the scent of distant rains, July is not yet over. Just after day-break & I am haunted again; the cold dream returns, of you my lost friend. 7/31/2008 From Light&Shadow "in the cool palace halls sweet dews washing the air." -Li Ho "Fifth Moon (July)" Acrylic, Oil Pastel and Crayon on Canvas 2008
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