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Standing Before an Oak Tree
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Standing Before an Oak Tree |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland 
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Leaves falling like paper from a desk, tremendously. They cascade to my feet, shoeless. Reds and yellows with green spines, tired. Letting the wind nudging, take them softly Into dreams, eternal. I watch their death as comfort, healing. A single leaf aloft in the air, dancing, As if to say: accept me, the cycle. Mortality’s beauty turns dust into truth I am the two-toed wanderer |
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XOx Uriah xOX Senior Member
since 2006-02-11
Posts 1403Virginia |
uh huh ::smiles:: Another wonderful pondering and penning found its way across my dusty threshold of preference. Thank you. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
damn |
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MsSouthernOrchid Member
since 2003-07-12
Posts 192 |
I am new to the open forum. Just wanted to let you know I enjoyed this one. |
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themute Member
since 2006-05-08
Posts 469Maryland |
Uriah, i hope you hold what my pen so wrote closely in its passing. We should pass like this more oftin. Shadow lady your single word speaks layers, all of which I hold laughing and feeling astonishment. To the Southern flower, i hope you have good times expressing yourself on this fantastic comunity, perhaps we'll cross paths again, but with role reversal. I am the two-toed wanderer |
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latearrival Member Ascendant
since 2003-03-21
Posts 5499Florida |
Ah, should my life be as beautiful as a falling leaf, the knowing that soon I would be refurbishing the earth to make new growth, would entertain me with beautiful dreams on the way down. Should I land beside your feet,I would look up and gift your talents with a smile. martyjo |
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