I remain dumbstruck,
At the mesmerizing sight…
When crisp sunburnt leaves of the golden apple orchard,
Join the frisky wind for a twirling ride…
No words can define,
This exquisite transition awaiting under the October sun…
When Autumn is neither a demise nor a debut,
But the immortal charm of ever-juvenile souls…
~f. h.
Beautiful
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Welcome to the world of creators.
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Welcome and stay around.
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I like the imagery. I can see the “crisp sunburnt leaves” in “a twirling ride”. I like to think that I have an “ever-juvenile soul” !
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Thank you for looking through…
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Mastery of words..
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Haha… Thank you for stopping by
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Very meaningful
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Thank you π
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I do so love this time of year. Nice work!
Thanks for sharing.
Eli
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Thank you…βΊ
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My pleasure.
Do stay in touch.
Eli
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Beautiful words for a glorious autumn π
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Thank you…
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie.
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Isn’t it odd how so much death can be beautiful year after year?
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Indeed It is. This time of the year tutors us to appreciate and accept the inevitability of death.
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And life!
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Haha yessss
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Hot blogger!! Haha. Thanks
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing! I look forward to reading more!
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