A faerie Queen, Wikimedia Commons
out of the dark air over her head there came
A murmur of soft words and meeting lips.’—W.B. Yeats
falling rain
soft whispers and kisses
in the dark
signs of a peace
I haven’t earned
For Jane Dougherty’s A Month with Yeats: Day Twenty
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Good twist of the thought behind this one.
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