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She looked up at the sun
her face fresh as Spring
which had departed
Summer on the wing
***
She wanted to cry
but no one would hear
everyone wanted Fall
that was evidently clear
***
She was resolved to her fate
to be the last one
that beautiful face
that shone in the sun
***
A sister would rise
next year that was true
but her end was at hand
her life almost through
*****
The last rose in my garden (above) inspired this poem. Enjoy fall
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Lovely writing sweetie, so sad and beautiful, and love your photo!!!! *HUGS* April
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I love the mountains
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Loved the voice that you used here for the poem…well done.
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Always kind and encouraging
thanks for your help
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that was really cool, summer has def gone from here xx
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hmm we will have warm for awhile – 98 today
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Beautiful Moon, I could actually smell that rose….memories hmmmm. Loved your words my friend xxx
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they always smell so delightful
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lovely poem, albeit a little sad 🙂
never thought about the end of summer like that 😉
love ya,
glitter xx
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love ya too sweetie
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she is a lovely thing. how nice that you saw fit to honor her. 😉
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