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The Upstairs Tenant

Summer brings familiar visitors. Some catch insects; none contribute to the rent. Climbing sun-baked walls, tenant in the top storey doesn...

Sunday, November 6, 2016

Whipping in whispers

Why did you choose me?
Little leaf born in autumn,
whipping in whispers.

Linking with Haiku Horizons : Choose

1 comment:

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