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馃帹 Painting is silent poetry, and Poetry is painting that speaks 馃崅馃崈

Joined October 2011
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It is also November. The noons are more laconic And the sundowns sterner.
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The day is slipping away, Why am I out here. What do they want ? I am sorrowful in November. Anne Sexton
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Dreary, calm November days When there is but on cloud, That one covers the whole heaven. Virginia Woolf
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The devil never sleeps My mind is lost among November cotton flowers, A soft rain on my face. Yusuf Komunyakee
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Ending October with a grateful heart. Starting November with gratitude. Allow me to find myself happier And stronger this time.
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November .. Even when you feel lost, You are still on your way. Even when you feel like nothing is changing, You are still growing.
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Will you forgive me these November days ? Anna Akhmatova
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November sun is weak, But the soul is calm and clear. Albert Camus
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November is the pearl-grey month, The changeling between warm crimson .. October and cold white December. Margaret Atwood
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The pages of your life start blank, Waiting to be filled. What will you write ?
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Welcome November 馃崅馃崅 The pale gold light of November sky. Albert Camus
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Say hello to November 馃崅馃崅 Colder days and longer nights
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November thunder, Lovers say bye as sky grays Lose summer gathers. Greg Sellers
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My lovely November 馃崅馃崅 Have you seen my heart .. Somewhere in your castle or yellow leaves ?
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November- With uncanny Witcher in its changed trees.
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She bloomed in the dark light of November. Else Fitzgerald
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It is a wet warm, gray November day, And the yellow-green trees are letting go .. Their leaves in the sodden wind. Sylvia Plath
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It was November. The month of crimson sunsets, Parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, Passionate wind .. songs in the pines. L.M. Montgomery
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In November, The trees are standing all sticks and bones Without their leaves. How lovely they are, Spreading their arms like dancers. Cynthia Rylant
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Welcome November 馃崅馃崅馃崅 The month was November. The leaves had turned to a brilliant red.
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