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Painful Falls

It's nature's will in Autumn trees— To slip out of offbeat colors. There lay crushed prose he saw through her. My unattached ground still does bleed From raked walks on lanes— those who leave.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2023




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Date: 10/25/2023 10:56:00 AM
awesome imagery.. you did this form very well ..
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Date: 10/24/2023 5:04:00 PM
so touching poetry, very emotionnal, thanks a lot poet
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Date: 10/24/2023 7:36:00 AM
Extremely heartfelt and evocative, with a pervasive feeling of grief. Enjoyed! Blessings.
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Date: 10/24/2023 6:17:00 AM
Interesting, Paige! To slip out of offbeat colors…unattached ground…briskness of a walk away
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Date: 10/24/2023 5:41:00 AM
My goodness, this quintilla filled my heart with so many fragile emotions, oozing vulnerability.. Sigh, this poem conveys such deeply aching soulful feelings and describes the ambience of autumn in a very moving way.. Your wordplay is so delicate and gorgeous.. Really makes the reader to waltz in those painful falls.. "There lay crushed prose he saw through her. My unattached ground still does bleed From brisk walks away— those who leave." Ah, the rhythmic creativity here, feels effortless!
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Date: 10/24/2023 12:14:00 AM
An painful falls so well depicted in the form of quintilla sweet soul! You always touch my heart with the way you weave emotions in such eloquence and in an evocative manner. I love the rhythm and flow of this. “He saw through her prose” that line speaks volumes for me! “ My unattached ground still bleeds” ah im Still bleeding too! Felt this one! Sending you light always kind soul
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Date: 10/23/2023 9:12:00 PM
subtle, tactful, artistically composed
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Date: 10/23/2023 7:56:00 PM
Very poignant and expressive, with an overarching sense of loss. Enjoyed! Blessings.
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