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The Rustle of Leaves
Contributed by
TaintedSoul
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Friday, 17th December 2004 @ 09:08:37 PM in AEST
Topic:
NaturePoetry
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Those cool nights of fall,
you know the ones, where
the breeze blows cool as
the sun goes down. Sitting
on the porch sipping a beer
as the stars pop like tiny
lights in the sky.
The rustle of leaves as they
cycle through life, changing
colours, vibrant and bright.
It’s those nights when the
curtains billow softly as
the wind frolics through the
trees. Open windows so
rooms can breathe fresh,
no more stale recycled air.
Inhale deeply and enjoy
the unsullied air. Cleansing
lungs and soul the same.
The rustle of leaves as they
cycle through life, changing
colours, vibrant and bright.
Watch them float delicately
upon the breeze and drift
softly into dreams.
16 September 2004
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TaintedSoul
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2004-12-17 21:08:37] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Rustle of Leaves
(User Rating: 1 ) by One on
Saturday, 18th December 2004 @ 03:24:01 PM AEST (User
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a beautiful thing - inestimable |
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Re: The Rustle of Leaves
(User Rating: 1 ) by Essentially9 on
Sunday, 19th December 2004 @ 12:27:41 AM AEST (User
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i liked how this didnt rhyme. i have to rhyme basically everything, so it gets a little tiring of dealing with rhymes. and its nice to have a change of pace. i loved the last stanza. great write. i think people spend too little time ouside these days... |
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Re: The Rustle of Leaves
(User Rating: 1 ) by Spike on
Friday, 31st December 2004 @ 10:53:06 PM AEST (User
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Baby, I am there!. From the opening stanza I could see, feel, smell and touch the autumnal images, so well have you constructed this piece. One of my favourite autumn poems.
Spike |
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