the way the sun rains on leaves,
pouring its heart out,
spilling heat and light
over each scalloped ruby,
inspires a gentle and quiet reverence
Reverence
the way the sun rains on leaves,
pouring its heart out,
spilling heat and light
over each scalloped ruby,
inspires a gentle and quiet reverence
spanishwoods 
abundant leaves requires a lifetime of reverence
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yes, you’re right
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Beautiful poem, Sylvia.
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Thank you Eliza.
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Love your poem. “sun rains on leaves” Beautiful!
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Thank you Freeda.
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