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Post by Forest on Oct 2, 2008 1:59:21 GMT -5
The mesmerism is melancholy Nurtured in an other road; Valence spread continually sideways, Were it capsuling clouds.
My prophet, we found autumn Leaves hate to portent. Fall, ambience, when vanity is Typeset me - homeland theocracy.
She - sunflower, tenderness... Wilt it, reduce surrounding wind. A rapid fumigation then shimmer Death.
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Post by bcoyotey on Oct 4, 2008 20:23:33 GMT -5
Magnificent Drops, Forest. The flow and creativity are stunning. Superb writing. Exalt. Lady B
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Post by kutipi2 }|{ on Oct 5, 2008 19:49:36 GMT -5
I agree, this poem all together was just stunning! I love the descriptions and wording in this, it brings the transition from Summer to Fall to a whole new level of beauty. Excellent job!
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Post by Forest on Oct 6, 2008 21:22:13 GMT -5
Thank you both very much. I wasn't sure about this piece after i posted it, but i'm very happy it was enjoyed, and very surprised to find an exalt! Thank you very much, Lady B!
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Post by tsu on Oct 8, 2008 10:24:00 GMT -5
She - sunflower, tenderness... Wilt it, reduce surrounding wind. A rapid fumigation then shimmer Death. i particularly love the wording and imagery in this stanza..as already commented the creativity used to convey the seasonal change is vivid. great drop piece forest
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