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Monday blues

Monday starts with clouds. Rain, traffic, files and long hours - the same old weekdays. Swamped calendars, papers pile, already - thoughts o...

Sunday, June 16, 2019

The barren bloom

Though ripped, and sunkissed,
gardens still inspire poems,
perchance, love mends them.


Linking with RonovanWrites #Weekly#Haiku #PoetryPrompt #Challenge #257
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