by Meena Krish
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As I read this I felt like something that was |
by Sylvia
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A sense of loss either in nature or life. A decision the reader has to make from your words. |
by Lonely Rider
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That was deep ... a wonderful peom on life... while reading it flowed so easily... and I could imagine the waves and the autumn sky... |
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'Where in past seasons I had run' |