Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Musings

Sequestering hug,
like entwined vines on trellis,
weave through our being.
The trail of your touch,
stirs varied kaleidoscopes.
Alas! The day climbs.

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Climb
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1 comment:

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