Slivers of your smile,
in grooves and curves of my heart,
I carry daily.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry
in grooves and curves of my heart,
I carry daily.
Linking with Haiku Horizons: Carry
Folds of Autumn
Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.