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They would not stay beneath her tree
where fallen on that day. Dried their colors turned to fade was not their hope to lay. Blown about and piled around hiding secrets told. T'was their season to be turned when crimson changed blue cold. Still lovely breathy whispers flew Windy stirring tune. Leaves a rustle musing A harvest's golden rune. SadieLu 2010 |
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the seasons hold so many words, you always seem to find them
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you are kind, thank you.
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Ahh..and here its is! Did love this, a beautiful take on fall. Well done Sharris!
Evan |
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Ahh..and here its is! Did love this, a beautiful take on fall. Well done Sharris! Evan Thank you, Evan..it is a glorious time..changes.. |
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Always a wonderful picture in my minds eye...
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Always a wonderful picture in my minds eye... Thank you, such sweetness |
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