Golden feathers sway quietly,
Entranced by Autumn’s breeze.
Every poetic thought, all for nothing,
If the essence of your embrace leaves me.
Golden feathers sway quietly,
Entranced by Autumn’s breeze.
Every poetic thought, all for nothing,
If the essence of your embrace leaves me.
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
Gone with the Wind! Well, one thing I’ll never say about about your poetry, Audrey, and that is “I don’t give a damn!” Because I do – it’s so beautiful.
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Haha! Giggle. Seriously, your support is mind boggling, my friend. Thank you ever so….!!! xx♡
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Passionate 😉
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Thank you, Friend! 🙂 xx Have a perfect evening.
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I have an idea for a possible collaboration between we two, should you be interested???
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Of course! Whatcha thinkin’ ?? Email me if you’d like..
oldestdaughterredheadedsister@yahoo.com or gmail.com…either is fine. 🙂
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Ok 🙂 Ill email ya 🙂
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🙂 Yay! Hope you received my email.
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I did and it’s the next thing Im going to work on 😉
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🙂
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Oh yes, those do look like feathers.
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I thought so, thank you. 🙂
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Entranced by Autumn’s breeze…
your poetry inspires me! ♥
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Thank you, Frédéric ♡ I cannot imagine how, as yours is fantastic, but I appreciate you saying so… 🙂 xx
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Yes, it does, and it helps me too, as a non native speaker, your graceful words help me to improve! :-)♥
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Your comment is so amazing. Thank you… ♡
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Really nice. I have loved the grasses and sea oats. Whenever I embrace them though I get a rash.
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Thanks. Yeah, these should be avoided and admired from a distance.
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You sure do go to beautiful placed! Loved the poem, too.
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This is a pretty place nestled away in downtown Houston. Thank you, Duke.
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I bet you could find ticks in there.
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Oh, probably, but I can’t think about that or I would never go in, you see. Plus, I thought it looked inviting. Ticks don’t like inviting spaces, do they? Wait…they do. Ever had one go for a ride on your head, Duke? *pushes you in*
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Hey! Not on the head…but I’ve had them on me. Neat to see how they move.
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I had one on me this summer and I don’t think I’ll recover, Duke. Infinite shaking…yick. You like to watch them move. I do enjoy seeing how your mind moves. Always surprising me.
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But it doesn’t move like a tick.
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No it moves like the Tazmanian Devil.
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*laughs* Yes!
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Giggle
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I’m glad to see that ‘Gone with the Wind’ moved you as such, Red. Fine work.
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Hey, thanks, Chum. It was a long movie. Wow. I’m glad that I can say I’ve seen it now.
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Yes, it was a long movie, Aud. That stinking war took forever. Yes, now we’ve seen it.
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Liked to have killed me sitting through four straight hours, Chum. Dusting my hands of that chore. 🙂
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Sore bum, do you?:-)
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Yes!! Giggle. 🙂
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Such fine expression, Audrey!
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Thank you, John. Late night last night after attending a 75th Anniversary screening of Gone With The Wind. Felt compelled to write this poem. Glad you liked it.
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