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Leaves of life

I rest my weary head
against the earths
tender timber bed
Burnished by the
Blissful but yet bold
color of brown . Carrying

It’s colorful
coruscating
crown of the luscious
Leaves of life .
that once carried
the callow clean
Color of green
now hold the adept
colors of
orange and gold.

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image in my mind! I like the way that you have blended and smoothed the sentences with the "B' and 'C' beginnings.
I don't know about the use of the word [adept], but it doesn't seem to hurt the overall scheme. Perhaps leaf it 'B'. ~ Geez.
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Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Hello, Edward,
I feel as if I've traveled through the life of a leaf. Bold imagery within a subtle journey.
Thank you!
L

Thank you for reading my inspiration for this was two songs by frank Sinatra I can read between the lines and autumn leaves.

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Both very sad and lonely songs / lyrics. I've noticed you've been inspired by Frank Sinatra before. He was one of a kind.
Thank you,
L

Such a beautiful set of words! Powerful imagery aswell!

-{Madeline With Love ♥}

Thank you

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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I wanted to portray the journey of life or aging I usually compare life to other things like nature like leaves and birds .
Thank you for pleasant comment

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Thank you

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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Edward,

This is some really interesting characterization. I think it is surprising to say that timber is tender; the way you put it, however, is oddly appropriate. Comfortable even, if I can say that. I like the way you compare the matured leaves to their "callow" beginnings while honoring both equally. Beautiful work

raffy

Thank you for your kind opinion

Hlm life without literature is a life without logic.

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