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Further Reach |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Fall…becoming in the Later days of Summers Reach - Seasons hold no Edge. Leaves turn to hidden Gold…urged only By their nature. And yes, We too are greater still…and Have our becoming. There is no edge of our Existence. Only season changing to a Further reach. |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Intriguing view of fall. Eric. I always enjoy your magical way with words. Ida |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
In summer love's scent we dip sweetest memories to survive autumn You always inspire! I do love your view of seasons without edge, dear Eric, you have written here a wonderful poem to cherish throughout all our seasons. Still, autumn carries a touch of melancholy ...  Margherita "Love is the One who masters all things; |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
Thank you. I needed this! *S* It's too easy to dread fall as the beginning of dark days... I like the perspective you give! |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa |
"There is no edge of our Existence. Only season changing to a Further reach." Sigh! Makes one tired at the thought of it but. yes, there is no edge! Wonderful words as always, Eric. Love Helen |
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