Tree roots shot up from the ground
A perfect seat for us two
We told secrets and gathered round
Until the cold winds blew
When Autumn arrived the leaves died
the ground was orange and red
Playing truth or dare, I always lied
and now, can’t get you out of my head
Credit:
Featured Photo (girls) by greyerbaby
Post Photo (leaves) by pippalou
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My life is in the country with a bird named Lauren, chickens, a bearded dragon, several cats, two dogs Thelma & Louise and a hubby. Mostly, I blog about books and share my poetry. Some other favorite things of mine are teas, tarot, gardening, taking photographs and getting into other earthy, soulful things. I absolutely love to be creating and messing with some project. Check out my blogs to see what I am into at the moment.
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Lovely hues of a changing plant and good prose too.
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