Gilded soul-prints sing,
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
as the drape flutters in winds,
stitches of gold gleam.
Linking with RonovanWrites: Gold and sing
The Turning of Summer
On the Summer Solstice, light reaches its zenith—yet the turning has already begun. This haiku reflects on that fleeting pause between ascen...
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The 12 inch heel, the confident gait, The measured steps, the sudden halt, The blush on cheeks, the smoldering eyes, The hands on h...
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It was her umpteenth shift in that cramped bus on a Monday morning. She had hoped to avoid the digging arms and elbows. But to no avail. ...
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“ Chubby cheeks, dimple chin, Rosy lips, teeth within, Curly hair, very fair, Eyes are blue, lovely too. Daddy’s pet, is that you? ” ...
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