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September 20, 2010
By alicia_jones GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
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Streaking warm colors fall onto brittle paper,
Veined hands create bright landscapes.
Scents of acrylics and burned leaves
Mark the beginning of Earth's final transition.
Frantic artist's passionate brushstrokes
Decorate corridors and foyers.
Arthritic hands succumb to frost,
While blank paper consumes all.

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alicia_jones GOLD said...
on Oct. 10 2010 at 8:35 am
alicia_jones GOLD, Middleburgh, New York
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Thank you so much for your comment! This was my first post, so your comment really boosted my confidence :)
Thesilentraven PLATINUM said...
on Oct. 2 2010 at 7:48 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;il piu nell&#039; uno,&quot; (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)<br /> <br /> &quot;Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality&quot; ~Emily Dickinson<br /> <br /> &quot;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain&quot; <br /> ~Kahlil Gibran

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Forget the last two words of my comment.
Thesilentraven PLATINUM said...
on Oct. 2 2010 at 7:47 pm
Thesilentraven PLATINUM, Mableton, Georgia
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Favorite Quote:
&quot;il piu nell&#039; uno,&quot; (according to Emerson, an Italian expression for beauty)<br /> <br /> &quot;Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality&quot; ~Emily Dickinson<br /> <br /> &quot;The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain&quot; <br /> ~Kahlil Gibran

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The words in this poem are wonderfully put together, and this is beautifully written. I love how you describe the seasons in such a creative way. Each line was a treasure to me. Well done, my dear, well done! You word