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Sometimes the greatest joys begin before the first raindrop falls—folded paper boats, hopeful skies, and childhood waiting for nature to kee...

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Rustling Haiku

Wanderlust of mind
In this morning mist of spring
A rustling haiku

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Mind
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4 comments:

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

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