Oh... alright... [he thinks accordingly, then raises a hand and murmurs:]
Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul; And shaping visions all about my sight Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light.
[the wind quiets gradually until it is just a small breeze, swirling here and there, odd little lights wink in the room like fireflies or tiny jewels catching the sun]
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Date: 2019-08-11 05:23 am (UTC)Moreover, through the dancing poppies stole
A breeze, most softly lulling to my soul;
And shaping visions all about my sight
Of colours, wings, and bursts of spangly light.
[the wind quiets gradually until it is just a small breeze, swirling here and there, odd little lights wink in the room like fireflies or tiny jewels catching the sun]
Did I do that? [he regards his hand, astonished]