and when the wind
has blown all those leaves
under your door
and your favourite tree
can give no more
please let me be the one
to put those leaves back
back up there on your tree
let it be me
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dusk arising (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2019 00:09
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May you always be there for them.
It's all in my mind Goldfinch. They exist upon a cloud.
Nice thought - do you have plenty of glue? And a nice write by the way.
Thank you M.E. Need i say it's not really about trees and leaves.
what a luverly thought.. and how bloomin kind....and well writ..... N
Thank you Neville. Not necessarily full of kindness, there's a dollop of self interest in there as well.
that came through as well..
This write pens real love and so so tenderly in such short lines - - a favourite for sure and thanks D.A. for sharing it here.
Fay, from you this is such high praise. Really made my day. I'm glad you saw the intended emotion in this piece. All in my imagination. Oh but one day.
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