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Baskhar, you are too kind...
posted by
marieclaire66
on March 16, 2007 at 3:34 PM
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Marie
Beautifully written. Some lines I am reminded from Keats' To Autumn
Where are the songs of Spring, Ay, where are they?/ Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, - / While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, / And touch the stubble plains with rody hue;/ Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn/ Among the river sallows, borne aloft/ ................./ The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;/ And gathering swallows twitter in the skies
posted by
Bhaskar.ing
on March 16, 2007 at 5:54 AM
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I like this Marie....Springtime is almost upon us and my favorite time of
year. I never really appreciate Autumn for all its beauty because I know Winter (my most hated season) is just around the corner. Good post! 
posted by
RckyMtnActivist
on March 16, 2007 at 5:38 AM
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Nice use of colour, MC - the golden colour is somehow very autumnal.
As is the golden glow that remains of the happy summertime just ended. Very nice.
posted by
Antonionioni
on March 16, 2007 at 5:00 AM
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Good poem . WEll written .
posted by
afzal50
on March 15, 2007 at 10:52 PM
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