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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Cool upon my face,fresh breeze turning chill, suddenly it was there before my eyes,the woodland glowing. Scarlet, tangerine, butter yellow,secret shaded dry clanking branches blown together,dark boled trees stately in silent sleep. Listening intently,waiting,paper leaves at my feet,but you did not come... Peace is not only better than war, but infinitely more arduous - George - Bernard Shaw. |
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EmmaRose Senior Member
since 2011-03-02
Posts 1376Midwest |
I like the mood to this, a bit sad, a lot sweet and altogether seasonally lovely |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
Every word, le mot juste, the whole poem, quiver-beautiful and shiver-sad . . . a dewdrop gem. Owl |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
grand-fine imagery and 'seasonal' Romanticism. |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
The ambiance this little piece creates is quite tangible. Much enjoyed. Michael |
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nakdthoughts Member Laureate
since 2000-10-29
Posts 19200Between the Lines |
"awww" is how I feel after reading~~~ trying to be more hopeful  M |
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