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Home is not a place remembered, but a feeling renewed—the hills, the rain, and a quiet welcome waiting before you arrive. Hamlet - misty val...

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Sparrows must sing

The sparrows must sing
Busting symphony of love,
must revive the woods.

Linking with Ronovan Writes: Weekly Haiku Challenge #57
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4 comments:

  1. UnknownAugust 13, 2015 at 5:48 AM

    I love the picture this painted. I can see the woods and hear the birds singing...magical! ♥

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 13, 2015 at 7:10 AM

      Thank you Kathy. I was wondering if I put the right words together so your words really matter.

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  2. UnknownAugust 13, 2015 at 5:48 AM

    I love the picture this painted. I can see the woods and hear the birds singing...magical! ♥

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

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