My inspiration,
Your name flows forth through my quill,
Friend, I miss you so.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Friend
Your name flows forth through my quill,
Friend, I miss you so.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Friend
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.