Rope Swings into Fall Time
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By Rowan Finley Published 4 months ago β’ 1 min read
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hopes fall from π±π―π’π’π°, trust
rope swing holds me, until knot
large pile of leaves caught
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Simple yet playful, short yet profound. :)
My favorite time of year.
This is playful, but I also see a moment of seriousness here bracketed by falling hope and trust
Feels like you bottled fall joy into three linesβrope, leaves and a heart full of swing. πβ¨
I like the playfulness of the words here.
Loving the font used for the word 'trees'. The trees trust π€π€― Until 'knot' I see what you did there. The large pile of trees caught you as you fall. Those leaves are protectors indeed. Fantastic work Rowan π€β€οΈ
Such a vivid mix of imagery.
I love the unusual structure... and the nostalgic sentiment. β‘πβ‘
Swings are such a recaptured joy- if the swing holds you knot, you can fall like a leaf into the leaves... I love this time of year π Bonfires and pΜΆuΜΆmΜΆpΜΆkΜΆiΜΆnΜΆ peanut butter creamer lol π€©