By the empty swing,
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
I come searching my childhood,
Foretimes that swayed free.
Linking with Haiku Horizons : Swing
There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...
Very retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteVery retrospective. I like it.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much
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