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Drifting - End Line Word Contest




 The days grow short as if to welcome…….. Autumn
Colored days, a feast of red and golden.....Leaves
From tired branches they drop and slowly...Drift 
Tenderly tossed by winds they dance………..Across
The garden path and rustle beneath…………My
Feet.  Summer gone, and with it your ……..Broken
Promises. Left now with just an empty…… Heart

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Date: 9/26/2015 4:36:00 PM
You have done this end line form beautifully and cleverly, Barbara! I love it! I can foresee a sure winner:) // paul
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Date: 9/25/2015 9:37:00 AM
Very well put with easy flow rhythm and impeccable imagery. Emile.
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Date: 9/25/2015 8:12:00 AM
Oh I love this one Barbara ! Love the message in the poem and your tie in to your end line ... 7 good luck in the contest ! Bev
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Date: 9/23/2015 9:40:00 PM
Barbara this is so sad and special. Tying in Autumn with a broken heart. I really love what you did here. Good luck!
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Barbara Gorelick
Date: 9/23/2015 10:08:00 PM
thank you so much Michael...appreciate your stopping by.Barbara