wardrobes mutate; homes furnished cosy
receding Sun; icy winds
reminders starker than bare branches
whispering tearful goodbyes
-Roll on, tiptoe on laid down pathways
for we have no choice
Ordained
wardrobes mutate; homes furnished cosy
receding Sun; icy winds
reminders starker than bare branches
whispering tearful goodbyes
-Roll on, tiptoe on laid down pathways
for we have no choice
Perfect the world just keeps spinning. 💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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my pleasure 🙏
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Inescapability captured. My hat’s off
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Thanks a ton, Ron!
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Beautifully done, Reena, and a perfect title. 🧡🍂
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Much appreciated.
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🫠💗
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Very nice Sijo, Reena I took a very similiar detached kind of approach! Gorgeous write! 💜
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Thanks so much!
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Reena, I like this minimalist vignette it conveys both the literal chill and the weight of seasonal change 🙌
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Thanks a ton, Ange!
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True story. The seasons change and we are drawn on.
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There is no choice 🤣🤣
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Gorgeous… ❤
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Thank you so much!
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