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It carries the voices
Of souls cast aside
Spirits, now fallen
In a timely suicide
We watch as they spiral
Then die, one by one
Detached and free falling
Under October’s sun
Yet, they fear not their destiny
As they whirl and they soar
Swept away, once again
With the wind’s mighty roar
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Feeling of trance!
Very good, Dorinda
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Thank you very much 🙂
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This is so beautifully captured. I absolutely love the flow in this poem.
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Thank you very much, my friend! Always appreciate your comments ❤
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Captures the season well.
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Thank you very much!! 😊
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I LOVE the flow and the words. So Halloweeny!! 💀 👻 🎃
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Thank you very much, Rose! October is so much fun!! 🙂
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Perfect😊
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Thank you, Lisa 🙂
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Lovely!
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Thank you, my friend 😊
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You’re welcome Dorinda!
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