Though flawed, yet stunning,
the sunkissed-memory lane,
too much and too fast.
Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #255
Winter woods
Lonesome tree, withering in winters, almost dead, beneath that misty grey shroud, surviving with summer in its heart and sighing with h...
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Lanterns light the night, gala greetings float in air. Oh! I yearn for you. Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #PoetryPr... -
The rivulet flows above the hard rocks, meandering, snaking through the beaten tracks and trails scraping them slowly, turning stone t...
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Over the river and through deep dark woods, yonder the city skyline, spread of winding roadways. Linking with RonovanWrites ...
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