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Words of Winds

A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Rustling Haiku

Wanderlust of mind
In this morning mist of spring
A rustling haiku

Linking with Haiku Horizons: Mind
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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