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Petals fall in flakes of white
Winter calls, this frosted night
Whipping winds against the pane
Crystals form a frosty mane
Upon the glass that yields the cold
Yet, I shiver as the day grows old
Is it the day or is it me
Who ages like the barren tree
That shivers in the frosted night
When petals fall in flakes of white
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New #poetry – “When Petals Fall” by Dorinda Duclos – #aging #NightOwlPoetry
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Thanks, JC 🙂
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I love the whole poem but also how you complete it. A winter’s dream!
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Hmm, you have an interesting view of this poem. I wrote it about aging, growing old. I love when my poems have different interpretations!
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I saw a romantic cycle in it… lol. Perhaps because I will never grow up… haha.
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hmmm, romantic, yes, I guess in the way that we view our lives. I’m never growing up, I’ll be a little kid forever 🙂
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So let’s go out throwing snowballs!!! 😃
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I’m ready when you are!! of course, there’s no snow here LOL
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You need to come over… but at the moment we had to go up to the mountains… no snow here right now … lol!
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A snowless snowball fight, now that’s different LOL
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Less messy… lol!
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Less cold, too! haha
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Yes, and less wet!!! The perfect snowballs!!!
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I’m all for that!! 😀
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Yay!!! 😃😃
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