Snow melts on my lips
tastes of northern lights, night sky,
imponderables.
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2 comments:
I've been enjoying these haiku pieces of yours for some time now (and I still let out a hearty chuckle whenever I reread the one about the squirrel's "bushy umbrella").
Waiting for more. ^_^ Cheers.
Cheers, souless; I'll do my best to oblige...
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