Autumn breathes, mighty;
oh, beauteous death, you sweep
along the sidewalks,
apple red and yellow-gold,
rustling soft as paper.
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This is so pretty, it takes my mind out for a walk 🍂
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Thank you ❤
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I love this!
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Thank you, Debbie. 😊
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I admire people that can put true feelings and emotions in a poem. I’m too wordy… keep the words of art flowing.
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I wish I were better at constructing poems. There are many great poets here on WordPress that blow my mind. One of my favorites is Anita. Her blog is As it Comes. She’s listed in my Shout Outs. Give her a look, I think you will appreciate her. 😊
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Thank you, I will check it out right now
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😊
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