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Post by sergosa on Sept 20, 2011 12:32:31 GMT -6
A gardener
Rakes fallen leaves
In a smoldering campfire.
For them
He is the ferryman of Hades.
For him
It is a tedious duty.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Sept 21, 2011 9:34:59 GMT -6
Sergo: Hades and ashes aside, this really speaks of life. I can smell the campfire with maybe a chill in the air. I can even feel the boredom of his neverending duty. Very nice!!! Thank you.
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Post by moseley on Oct 2, 2011 11:43:26 GMT -6
I smell the smell of burning leaves and my inner child remembers being in awe of watching the smoke rise and inside this large billow of smoke, whisps of yellow fire fingers danced in and out without symmetry, without perfection, but like watching a thousand snakes swim in a lake, the collusion was incredible..
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