Bird of Prey The Eagle BY ALFRED, LORD TENNYSON He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring’d with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls. Related Posts Follow Me On Social Instagram Facebook Twitter Flickr YouTube
Interesting wall-painting.
Amazing picture…)
Sending love and light.
that’s so cool!