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The Jogger Wore Purple.
The jogger wore purple....
A flash of sharp
defiance to the gold
that watched her pass:
fallen leaves
eschewing slumber
frollicked round
her feet.
On she ran, she turned
was gone..
an unexpected
spark of life,
this downbeat
Autumn
day.
The Purple And The Gold
Can't wait to see your winter poems :D ~ Lady A ~
Thank you Stella, I think
Thank you Stella, I think this winter's poems will be rain, rain and more rain! Would love some really sunny days.
sue x