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Post by ARENA on Mar 16, 2022 16:17:09 GMT
Fingers of light escape from the night toward villages still concealed
Morning cows defrosting in the nearby field
Burnt out leaves in throes of death
Blends of golden hues
Blowing in the biting wind then crushed beneath my shoes
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Post by althea on Mar 17, 2022 11:19:52 GMT
Excellent writing. When I read poetry, I savour the words and roll them round in my mouth.
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