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A Tug Called India

A Tug Called India A quiet tribute to the Tricolor, capturing the deep, instinctive bond between India and the heart of its people. Wherever...

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Unripened

Verdant green springs laugh,
in the courtyard of my home,
leaves rustle in breeze.

Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly #Haiku #Poetry Prompt #Challenge #116 Home&Leaves
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2 comments:

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

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