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Gardenofroses
Gardenofroses
F ,,Do not watch the petals fall from the rose with sadness, know that, like life, things sometimes must fade, before they can bloom again,,
" There is mystery in the night air " ***- said the Moon while little stars upon me began to stare at the black kitten catching leaves scattered in the Old Autumn Wind...***
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Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 12:30 PM UTC
Friday the 13th
***Running fast in the middle of the corn, the little maid held a red maple leaf as she began to sing: ,, For golden Autumn I do not morn, but for the blackberries that perished of grief,,*** ***Her hair of marigold in the wind swung and her cheeks were bright and rosy when she once again in her silvery voice sung : ,, Oh October, month of gold, how beautiful sights you give me to see ,,*** ***Alas, the sun soon started to set behind the hill and made her smile to slowly fade when, from the woodland, the wind gave her a chill: ,, Little maid, leave October's canvas of art and go home before nightfall freezes your fragile little heart  ,,***
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Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 7:26 AM UTC
October Blues
***... So I bravely gazed into the night sky and my big eyes were suddenly filled with the past, while shedding tears of dead memories ...***           ✴☽✴☾✴
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Sep 25, 2017
Sep 25, 2017 at 5:37 AM UTC
Eyes full of stars
***I met my love down the cherry lane, Oh, down the old cherry lane while stars were shining above*** ***I kissed my darling down the cherry lane, Oh, down the old cherry lane while the branches bend and swing*** ***I farewelled my lover down the cherry lane, Oh, down the old cherry lane while the moon made the night brighter***
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Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 8:53 AM UTC
Down the Cherry Lane
***That night in the green velvet park, we breathed sweet summer breeze and shared kisses in the dark while we heard the music in the trees. Alas the romantic hour was a little too late and your blue eyes were about to close and give an end to our date As I felt how the wind blows, I thought of your dearest dreams in the spring, so I lingered on and began to sing :*** *,, Let me sing you a lullaby and take you to the stars at night where you can kiss the moon and make your lips silvery bright ,,*   ✴☽✴☾✴
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Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 6:45 AM UTC
Let me sing you a lullaby ...
***Sapphire waves remember the story when the sky was painted in royal blue and made your gaze more of a dream than a memory while the moon reflected into you*** ***Suddenly you looked at me and tears fell from your violet eyes for your heart was not filled with glee, yet I noticed what your white tears could symbolize*** ***So, into the deep see I dived, sinking and swimming while for your happiness I strived, in the dark water, tumbling and falling*** ***After I found my answer and you reached with your fingers inside my picked up silver oyster I saw you smile as you gathered a handful of pearls !***
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Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 10:00 AM UTC
A handful of pearls
**Dance swiftly, my briar rose, for in autumns lament you shall not seek repose Cry bitterly, my willow tree, for the silver haired maid is long lost at sea Sing serenely, my morning stars, for the poetic moon is no longer ours** ... Hear my whispers in the dark ...
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Sep 1, 2017
Sep 1, 2017 at 4:00 PM UTC
And the wind whispered ...
***Last night,   when  I opened my window, a small piece of the moon fell into my glass ...***
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 2:17 PM UTC
Moonlight cocktail
***Perhaps it was the melody of winter's eternal repose and her ****** lips shamed the odious rose But when approached by Death, the girl sobbed and sobbed underneath the thorns until she released  her last breath Still Death could only hear wind chimes as he lingered upon the frozen breeze in those forgotten nighttimes***
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 2:30 PM UTC
Wind Chimes
*It seemed like Autumn was just passing by with red maple leaves in the air that began to cry and the wind who played a serenade in the willow tree Oh, how fast do those moments flee Now little snowflakes upon me are about to fall So tiny, so silvery, so small Autumn may be brief, but when it's over the melancholy arrives in a marigold color and softly whispers in my ear:* ***,, Autumn will live, Autumn will last, Even when it's now gone you will see it riding through the dawn,,***
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Jul 31, 2017
Jul 31, 2017 at 5:51 AM UTC
With the melancholy of Autumn