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Post by Riverrose ~April!!!~ on May 12, 2011 20:19:51 GMT -5
In Summer, fragrance builds the basis to flowers; The farmer designates the dash in bright color, the fruit. The strawberries sprout, its green ribbons screw beside the grass. Birds chirp, dodging lower, then sail to the wide wrinkled clouds- Then stalling when the endeavor gets tiring; it is a playground.
In Summer, the baby rabbit mirrors the crickets- he jumps! When under older guidance he attends to business.
In Summer, writing is the fashion, it won't get obstructed. Summer is a museum, wide spaces tosses to the pencil its writing instinct; Beneath the clouds is anchored the abstract ideas, The complements a fool won't run across.
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Post by ladylilith ~stalwart~ on May 13, 2011 5:33:34 GMT -5
What clever and pretty drops! Well crafted, I love that second stanza with the little learning bunny. I enjoyed reading this a lot. Really great, imaginative work this is.
Lily^^
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Post by - Moirae - on May 14, 2011 13:13:18 GMT -5
This is quite insightful to read, it gave me a peaceful feeling while I took in ever word. Lovely drops, your creativity shows. Thanks for sharing.
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Post by inflames on Jun 22, 2011 19:53:14 GMT -5
You really like summer, eh? Well done with these drops. You're quite creative.
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