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Passionately Confused

Updated on September 23, 2015

The sweet smell of life, In a bitter world

How the autumn leaves start to paint a scene, so beautiful to dream,

Then a cold wind blows us in a whirl, and tangles us like curls,

Landing on our feet, may not be as flat as it may seem,

Peace in our hopes, drained and lost, but not yet grasped enough on this steep slope,

How can I let love glide by, when the wings on cupid drag the sky,

Makes the ground grow, to flow enough to be with love on the up most high,

I don't know why I want to cry...



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      CrisSp 21 months ago from Sky Is The Limit Adventure

      Thought provoking and passionately written. ~

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      Shaloo Walia 21 months ago

      beautiful lines!

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      Audrey Howitt 21 months ago from California

      Lovely piece--off to read more

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      Along with the wind 21 months ago from colorado

      Thanks for reading!

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      QudsiaP1 21 months ago

      Heart break is never easy; much like autumn leaves, whilst they do whither; they surely take their time.

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      Along with the wind 21 months ago from colorado

      So very true. Thank you for reading!

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      Hari Prasad S 21 months ago from Bangalore

      Lovely imaginations. super !

      - hari

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      Along with the wind 21 months ago from colorado

      Thanks!

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