Wind Dance

Wind blown shadows flickering across the land.
Dancing in the light of the sun, eternal rhythm flowing to
the vagaries of mistrals and trades.

Shining moon, bright night. Scudding clouds effortlessly racing
over undulating hills and valleys. Dark shades gliding silently,
caressingly mottling the landscape.

Sunlit days, moonlight nights; waving branches on painted walls,
beckoning, dappled trees on ribboned roads, rustling restlessly.
Unseen unheard ignored, the dance, of "��The Wind blown Shadows."��

Excellent write.....

excellent images....

Thank you ladies. It is a rewrite and I hope i've improved it.

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