“Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven
Either at morn or eventide.” ~from “Mariana” by Tennyson.
“Her tears fell with the dews at even;
Her tears fell ere the dews were dried;
She could not look on the sweet heaven
Either at morn or eventide.” ~from “Mariana” by Tennyson.
Hi Scarlett – what an incredible piece of art … I can see the composition you’ve created and how she is hiding .. and how the ‘magnolia’ flower has fallen … it’s very clever … congratulations on her creation .. cheers Hilary