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Hope ... still remains!

A brisk walk so long
Cool breeze combing through my hair,
The pestilence-wilted leaves
Turned inside out,
So that green leaves manage
To slither out
Hope remained,
It’s not the end of the world just yet. 
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This is my response to Trifecta’s weekend challenge.  In their words, here is the challenge:
Your challenge this weekend is to give us 33 words about anything you want.  Your piece must include at least one hyphenated compound modifier. 

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  1. This is great! Pestilence-wilted leaves is so good — and I love the optimism at the end.

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  2. Yes,without hope nothing can live:-)Am glad that those pestillence-wilted leaves gave way to new green leaves-birth of new hope,a great piece of writing:-)

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    1. Thanks Atreyee for reading ... Optimism should prevail :)

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  3. This almost sounds like the oncoming of winter. But spring always comes afterwards (:

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    1. Just an assurance that seasons will change ... Its not the end just yet ! Thanks Draug for reading :)

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  4. Very nice! I like how you can begin with "pestilence-wilted leaves" and still end up with such hope.

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    1. So glad you like it Jenna ... :)
      Thanks for reading :)

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  5. slithering out... I like that...

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    1. Glad you approve Ted ... Thanks for reading ! :)

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  6. I'll be thinking about pestilence-wilted leaves for some time!

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    1. I hope I led you on a nice trail of thoughts Kymm ... :)
      Thanks for reading !

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  7. You've painted an unexpected picture. This is a to be reread and savored. Excellent.

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  8. Ah, thanks for such nice comment Linda ... Thanks for the visit :)

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