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Story Leaves

Much like the autumn leaves falling from the trees Our stories, once shared, become a release… Slipping from the binders of our burdens and grief Collecting on the hallowed ground of friendship’s ear, making them much lighter when they re-appear For with the telling comes the dispelling of bottled sorrow The elixir holding a lighter scent when re-inhaled Our story leaves become the beginning of renewing; rejuvenating the soil of our souls allowing Spring to once again awaken in our spirit © Debra Squyres

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 3/21/2015 2:58:00 AM
I like how you use the leaves as a metaphor for memories.. :)! Awesome! //olive eloisa
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Date: 3/20/2015 8:38:00 PM
I'll never look at a leaf the same again. So many stories. Like the sands through the hour glass. So are the days of our lives. :) I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Peace. :) Have a great weekend Debra.
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Date: 3/20/2015 8:09:00 AM
Debra, this poem is a beautiful written 7 and the words and lines really speak to my heart and soul as my poetry is where I empty my "bottled sorrow" and thanks for visiting my poem, oh time . . .
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