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Post by windfog on Nov 6, 2012 1:36:43 GMT -5
It smoothly pulls its stomach, With endless gastric rain, on doomed green landscape. Insatiable, it gnaws the Summer by winds' blunt teeth And lightnings' crashing stings. A squelching Autumn's belly full of rotten foliage odour, Grey clouds and rare clear days. Fantastic season. - the Nature digests itself - It is the dawn.
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Post by Aish on Nov 6, 2012 1:50:51 GMT -5
I think we need a 'Like" button.
The opening line is superb. The middle bits are satiating. The final two lines are perfect. The color choice works.
Autumn is my favorite season. I think you did her justice.
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Post by windfog on Nov 6, 2012 2:04:26 GMT -5
Yep! Lady ... firstly I checked "where there is a "Like" in this piece ... Ha-ha! Then, well, I said to myself: man, stop panic! Lady Aish is your friend, reread comment ... Thank you, lady, so much! Here exactly such weather - warm, after the night's rain high humidity, clouds and at night was a lot of lightnings. WF.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Nov 6, 2012 2:05:54 GMT -5
I wrote something similar once but it is not nearly this good and I did not post it. “Dawn to dusk”, time forces the seasons. Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter, the next devours the proceeding, imminently. “it gnaws the Summer by winds' blunt teeth” – my favorite line. “- the Nature digests itself - It is the dawn.” – I would remove both “the” words.
A great expression of life’s terminal condition. I love it.
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Post by windfog on Nov 6, 2012 2:23:29 GMT -5
Thank you so much, my friend! WF.
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