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Post by madmax on Sept 29, 2018 15:13:33 GMT
Loved autumn, one season in year where God seemed placing here upon earth; just for inspiring us with this seasonal beauty.
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Post by tori on Sept 29, 2018 15:27:59 GMT
Just like any Painter needs light in order for putting finishing touches on her picture; so she needs this inner light, which felt never have enough during Autumn.
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Post by babydoll on Sept 29, 2018 17:12:19 GMT
Was drinking in surroundings, air so crisp; you could snap this with your fingers.
Greens in every lush shade imaginable offset by Autumnal flashes in red and yellow.
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Post by firefox on Sept 29, 2018 17:23:19 GMT
Two unmistakable sounds in Autumn, hurrying rustle from crisp leaves blown along local street; by this gusty wind and gabble heard from flock in migrating geese.
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Post by lita on Sept 29, 2018 17:35:28 GMT
These English Autumnal days, which occur more frequently in memory; than life.
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Post by northernstar on Sept 29, 2018 17:49:49 GMT
Give me juicy Autumnal fruit, ripe and red from your orchard.
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Post by sapphire on Sept 29, 2018 17:59:31 GMT
When days in Autumn decline, behold this strange mystery; like adding gravity for all our moods.
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Post by art on Oct 5, 2018 16:07:05 GMT
Magic in Autumn seizes our countryside. Our Sun now doesn't ripen anything, just shines for sake in this Golden Age.
Sake from Eden's garden, in pleasing our Moon; from all my gained life knowledge.
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Post by buffy on Oct 5, 2018 16:45:36 GMT
Goldenrod being yellow, corn begins turning brown. Trees in apple orchards with fruit, stay bending down.
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Post by lelanie on Oct 5, 2018 17:36:42 GMT
My Autumn garden has sadness, when Sun above does not shine brightly.
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Post by whitewolf on Oct 5, 2018 18:08:37 GMT
There's no season when such pleasant and sunny spots, maybe lighted on.
Producing much pleasant effect on feelings, like now in October.
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Post by atm on Oct 5, 2018 20:03:17 GMT
Autumn is no time, for laying alone.
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Post by eowyn on Oct 5, 2018 20:44:45 GMT
We pretended she'd only gotten lost, among these colours emersed in fall.
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Post by bean on Oct 5, 2018 21:46:35 GMT
Angel above tells me: "Love Autumn" and: "This wins you over with thy mute appeal, for her seasoanal sympathy in decay".
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Post by robo on Oct 28, 2018 10:23:47 GMT
"Come, little leaves" said this Wind one day, "Come onto my meadows with me and play. Put on your red and gold dresses; for Summer since past, when days grow cold."
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