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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 20, 2006 19:23:10 GMT -6
free falling, curtailing in the wind buffering each edge, turning upward bronzed brown, by the heat of the sun free falling alone, then many just like every other one twisting with timeless grace petals of the aging jacaranda fall quietly, from their place
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Post by bichsa on Nov 20, 2006 19:41:04 GMT -6
beautiful piece! peace to you ,cheryl
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Post by soulfir3 on Nov 26, 2006 13:45:24 GMT -6
Thank you Cheryl. x Soul
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Post by tolteclogic on Nov 27, 2006 8:23:37 GMT -6
Excellent imagry apropos to our shared seasons in corporeal existence
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Post by anirbas on Nov 27, 2006 8:40:25 GMT -6
cypherical floribundant gem, S'fir!
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Post by magpie on Dec 1, 2006 19:14:59 GMT -6
Very charming poem and a lovely pic to go with it - I too am fond of Jacarandas.
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Post by soulfir3 on Jan 1, 2007 15:12:07 GMT -6
thanks everyone - Soul
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