I suspected there was more than just one haiku in there.
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There might be two, but they’re lovely haikus, Jane.
Thank you, Jean. It’s a good exercise wrestling these things.
Reblogged this on Waar mijn pen ligt, ben ik thuis and commented:
singing swell of words
gently rocking to the breeze
winging weightless bird
beautifully rhythmic – i’m swaying as I read it
Love the second one particularly – evokes memories – saved to favourites.
Thank you! I’m pleased it struck a chord with you.
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Lovely! I just raised you one and entered yours and Peter’s haiku in the challenge.
love this!