haiku
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Unpicked
Leaves fall, winds may pass, I root deep despite the frost, Unpicked, yet I stand. Continue reading
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September Whispers
Crisp air in the trees, shadows stretch a little long, summer whispers, gone. Continue reading
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Unspoken
Silent presence hums, a flicker between the lines was it meant, or not? Continue reading
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Breath of Ink
Ink becomes my breath, between the dust and the stars I dissolve in thought. Continue reading
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Spring
Cherry blossoms dance,soft petals kiss the warm breeze,whispers of new life. Continue reading
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March Whispers
March wind hums a tune,whispering of loss and bloom,halfway to the sun. Continue reading
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Speck of Dust
Drifting without weight,a lone speck in endless time,unseen, forgotten. Continue reading
