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The Sacred Sacrifice - Chapter 3

CHAPTER 3 : 8 POH - THE CRUCIBLE OF FAITH - CHAMKAUR This chapter revisits the legendary Battle of Chamkaur, a pivotal moment in Sikh histor...

Saturday, August 31, 2013

Haiku - Lonesome


Damp winds ruffle my soul.
A rainy august evening snatched her away,
Forever. Cold clammy fathoms stare.

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19 comments:

  1. AnonymousSeptember 1, 2013 at 6:28 AM

    Ah. Wonderfully chilling.

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  2. Tara R.September 1, 2013 at 6:31 AM

    Yes, chilling. Well done.

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  3. JenKehl.comSeptember 1, 2013 at 7:00 AM

    oooooo

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  4. brudbergSeptember 1, 2013 at 10:54 AM

    Chills.. and sadness.

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  5. PurpleMooseSeptember 1, 2013 at 1:20 PM

    we DID write at opposites, didn't we? Well written, Ruby. Beautifully sad.

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  6. TrifectaSeptember 1, 2013 at 8:18 PM

    Such a beautiful little poem. Thank you for linking up with Trifecta this weekend.

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  7. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2013 at 12:39 AM

    In just a few words you conveyed deep loss and emptiness.

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  8. kymmSeptember 2, 2013 at 2:48 AM

    That damp wind of yours is ruffling my soul! Beautiful, Ruby!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 3, 2013 at 7:20 AM

      Thank you so much Kymm. It is so good to hear such encouraging words

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  9. AnonymousSeptember 2, 2013 at 10:47 AM

    Ruby, you write so nicely! :D

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 3, 2013 at 7:21 AM

      Thank you so much Linda. It is encouraging to hear such kind words from you

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  10. JennySeptember 9, 2013 at 1:04 PM

    Cold clammy fathoms?

    That was cool.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsSeptember 10, 2013 at 9:15 AM

      Thank you so much Jenny. It is so good to hear from you

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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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