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Milieu. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665
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Sam Bailey went up past Fourways Farm, morning hung with mist, cool clinging autumn crisp. Vermilion, lemon yellow, rust hued leaves, scattered neath his feet, crunching, fungal miasma rushing on air. Five Oaks looked sullen, fading golden amber in new sunburst light, burning off early lingering fog. Thinking to himself, he had to agree with the Bishop, Thompson Valley never looked more picturesque than at days dawn. Richlands of sweet scented fields, crops tattered, faded now, Grapefield vineyards stretched in painstakingly ordered, trained rows; hung with polished gleaming fruit, plant pearls each, picked out by sunbeam sparkle, succulent opaque virescent, japanned burgundy. Sweeping eyes across the ageless vista, Pleasant Hill rose out of phoenix sun flare, moist loamy land descending to Pounding Mill. Gurgling water ran glistening over wooden wheels, silver circles of Adams Ale, meandering to Rockhouse, boiling up to cloud white foam, pristine clear.Succumed salmon lay on rocky shores, blank eyes pecked by solitary Raven. Finally the days clinch, her standing upon the covered bridge, smiling through it all, at him, his pulse of life. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Speechless...just speechless...i will have to gather my thoughts and come back to comment, after I have regained from shock...LOL ~ARH  "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the moments that take our breath away." |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
well, I don't know about her, but this, this helps the reader comprehend the great wine which came from tedious tender loving care....extravagant read....well done... |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Very thoughtful, creative, and sweet... still thinking... ~ARH "Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take - but by the moments that take our breath away." |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
ARH...thank you for your kind comments... Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
Lee..thank you..glad you enjoyed it... Goldenrose. Desire for nothing except desirelessness,hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes, want nothing and you will have everything.avatar Meher Baba. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Phil, you've painted a gorgeous scene with a masterful brushstroke. I enjoyed the variegated colors, the scents, and the sound of gurgling water. Nice capture of the reader's sensory attention! And the emotional capture, when you position someone on a bridge... "smiling through it all, at him, his pulse of life." A keeper for my library.  thankyou! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
Dear Rose of Gold, this was an blooming blossom of a write! Exceptional! ~ a treat for all the senses! The letter "P" stands for "Phil" the "Poet"!  Love & Light, Linda P.S. Love your new photo! |
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A Romantic Heart Member Ascendant
since 1999-09-03
Posts 5496Forever In Your Heart |
Finally the days clinch, her standing upon the covered bridge, smiling through it all, at him, his pulse of life. |
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