The wind is like a whirling dervish,
it whorls and spins,
is this frenzied dance
part of the sky’s enlightenment?
Or perhaps just lifting golden leaves
into its bosom to fly,
to tickle the water and blow
the hat off the man next door.
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A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
This plays so fancifully with the wind! I love how you bring it right down to toppling the hat off the man next door! Beautiful verse!
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Thank you, Violet! ✨🩵🩵
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Oh, I love this:
“Or perhaps just lifting golden leaves
into its bosom to fly”
Beautiful.
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Thank you so much! ✨🧡🍂
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I love the way you find those leaves falling in a dance…
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Thank you, Bjorn! ✨🍂
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Beautiful My favourite “Or perhaps just lifting golden leavesinto its bosom to fly”
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thank you!
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Truly beautiful, Lisa. The imagery rocks and every word fitly placed. Loved it.
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Thank you so much, Dora! ✨🍂
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Nice poem and fabulous photo! 👏
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Thank you! ✨🧡🍂
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Such an enjoyable read!
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Thank you so very much!
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