Poems ✍️
  09.01.2026
  16

Author: Arthur Henry Adams

The Reaper

The world is drowsy, the winds asleep,
On the sward of the sky the star-blossoms peep,
And the grey Moon moves with his silver scythe
The pallid flowers of light to reap.


  Night tranquility Celestial Beauty

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