Leaves fall at the dying time
Sheaves not long been stooked
Weaves the light through the naked trees
Grieves the child who looked
Playing at the edge of light
Singing unaware of time
Bringing innocence to bear
Tolling bells sound as clocks chime
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Damn, you girl. Freaking amazing
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Lol
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Lorraine, I can say you are one of my favorite poets. By far.
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Right???
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Reblogged this on Phillis Wheatley and commented:
Lorraine is a master wordsmith.
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Agreed! Lorraine you are so talented :O) xxx
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I love this
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Very poignant and powerful! Well done! ☺💛
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Thankyou so much Walt.
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My pleasure ☺
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Wow Allie. I am honoured. Thankyou SO much
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Thankyou SO much Allue xo
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Oh Lusa. Thankyou.
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Thankyou so much Shantanu
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My pleasure always
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❤
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🙂
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