The embers smoulder,
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.
Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #poetry
Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.