A thousand leaves are dropping,
Like never before,
They’re falling, crunching,
Down, down,
...
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'it was the last to bloom, And will be the last to fall, Always dreaming, Of a breeze to come and take it away'..., Lovely lines these...last to bloom...last to fall...no breeze...but the bird came soaring...to take the hopes up higher than a thousand leaves in the sky...artful colorful piece, Star Dee...i liked...10
i like this one. i like the way you use your words. and i love all the colors. :)
Wonderful wanderings of a wayward mind winding up in A winsome song. CP