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Days of Advent will soon be upon us,
starting the holiday season bright.
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And ‘pon the frostbit flora falls a pall of scorching shades –
Autumn’s robe of amber with vermilion brocades.
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Summer in umbra,
slight, tanned memory against
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In all the pleasances where Nyarlathotep was Lord, Blossom the mournful immortelles alone;
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If rainy day should turn to snowy sky In Winter, with its serene quality,
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Come flower, please, and reveal
That of your body the bees would steal.
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the moon refused to rise that night
a misty fog consumed all light
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Halloween time has come at last. A holiday based in the past.
by Hunter02300
33 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 7 6:33 PM. In Halloween, Dark, Other, Society, Angst, Humanity, Seasonal, Holiday, Deep
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Fall has now come The leaves are changing color in the sun
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2 parts sunlight
1 part organic fuji apple
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Low hanging mist; laden’s spent papery leaves
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While spring is a time of twitterpating, Silly, joyful, giddy,
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by SamanthaSam
13 lines, 9 comments,
on Sep 7 4:50 AM. In Contest, Life, Love, Nature, Society, Thoughts, Family, Noguest, Longing, Seasonal
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When fire burns in summer smudge fields, dry soft breeze kiss shafts with old lips,
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He’s every bit immaculate
In how he was conceived.
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We are woven,
threaded into a tapestry --
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They lead off in lions but feed summer in the end to virgins.
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People walk down the street See trees on the corners
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It’s the time to start spring. It’s the time to enjoy sun beams,
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Boxes and Bikes and Berets; Ominous Patches of Ice.
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But I'll be here next Christmas,
just go and ask the mistress
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‘Tis the season for giving while getting as much as you can.
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I rest my head on peppermint pillows, Nestle my legs in cinnamon throws,
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My foot keeps tapping, I'm waiting for Family to get here.
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These words are all futile efforts Sad and not so full of cheer
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Ripped paper unfamiliar address
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Yo sé como es cuando no se desea.
Yo sé como es mudarse todos los meses
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It’s cotton for snow in a village I know
with each house in its place on a shelf.
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Gingerbread and snowflakes
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"Santa is dead," he cried,
"For your money he died."
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Down Nature's ladder, there we all go.
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Need warmer clothes on, Outside it's cold,
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Find yourself
in autumn shades
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