Whispers of my words,
And love-locked in their embrace
tendrils dance to sun.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Lock
And love-locked in their embrace
tendrils dance to sun.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Lock
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.