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Late Afternoon.
The sun sinks low:
burning gold cradled in
a green web,
leaves reluctant to fall,
uncaring of the clock's
impatient hand.
The sun sinks low:
burning gold cradled in
a green web,
leaves reluctant to fall,
uncaring of the clock's
impatient hand.
lovely imagery
lovely imagery
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Thank you :-)
Thank you :-)
you`re welcome
you`re welcome
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On The Cusp
Of the season the gold and green are beautiful. ~Lady A~
Thank you Stella, I began to
Thank you Stella, I began to wonder if the leaves here would ever turn to gold, finally they have.