A misty shroud spreads,
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
Linking with RonovanWrites
The winter greys hide the gold,
Like a crane of doubt.
Linking with RonovanWrites
Monsoon Moment
After every downpour, life quietly resumes—hungry creatures forage, grey skies linger, and unexpected beauty finds its place among the passi...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
This makes me think and that is a good thing! <3
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Annette
DeleteGreat haiku, Ruby! :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Daniel
DeleteI like it!
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