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My Favorite Thing


Sweet and sour,
The blooming flower,
The ageing shades,
The greens and jades,
The reds and blues,
The lovely hues,
Springs and autumns,
Dreams in bosom,
Life, I hold, in all its glory.

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  1. life, I hold, in all its glory

    lovely.

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  2. Lovely, Ruby. I like the tone and the flow.

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    1. Thank you Stephanie. I really cherish all you appreciation.

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    1. Thank you Rashmenon. I am so glad that you visited and left me with these kind words.

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    1. Thank you Kymm for all you support and encouragement.

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    1. Thank you Deanna. 33 words were totally insufficient for summing up favorite things. Thought I will handle it this way.

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  6. simple, sweet, and just right. this flowed very well.

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    1. Thank you Renada. I appreciate that you find this to be "just right".

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  7. I love this one's simplicity and pure imagery (:

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  8. This is lovely, Ruby. I like the flow and the imagery!

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  9. This is such a pretty piece. Thanks for linking up!

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    1. Thank you Editors. I enjoyed working on this and linking up with you. Looking forward to the next prompt.

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  10. This was lovely. I can just imagine a garden in full bloom.

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    1. Life void of colors sounds a little blank and bland. Thank you BetaRules.

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  12. Lovely - Embracing both. Read this three times and found it more beautiful with every reading.

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    1. Thank you Kelly. This would be one of the best compliments to get ever.

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  13. I like that third line - perfect description of the season.

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    1. Thank you Azara. I hadn't realized this when I posted. I had tried to relate it to the old age but guess your's and Tara's interpretation goes well too :) Thank you for giving me a new perspective on my own writing.

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  14. What a beautiful way to describe not only flowers but life itself. I enjoyed this!

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    1. Thank you Lucy. I really appreciate your stopping by the post.

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