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Post by petra6 on Jan 16, 2022 18:11:36 GMT -5
The sky has filled with arrows, with sparrows and with swallows, Stiletto swifts that rise and fall calling from the meadows.
The fallow field of hill and hollow, now tall with golden yellow, The crawling things that now take wing below the howling shadows
Harbingers of fall and sorrow leave none to lead nor follow, But swallow all without a thought, borrowing on tomorrow.
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Post by judih on Jan 16, 2022 21:55:51 GMT -5
wind swept rhymes, nicely offered Petra
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Post by Petra on Jan 16, 2022 22:36:55 GMT -5
As usual Judih, my thanks. Sometimes fun to go old school and write rhymed and metered verse. Its how i learned.
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Post by spiroszafiris on Oct 11, 2022 7:36:11 GMT -5
..that's lovely..!!
.>spiros
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