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laughter fills my ears
warm light, the scent of garlic
love and rest and calm
About the Creator
Babbling Dixie
The short form of tomorrow is never the whole story. Abbreviations mean nothing when we are born to die and we all are aren't we? Being spoken for before birth is something we're not supposed to remember like some kind of karma after effect. Still here we are spending our lives looking for each other.
By Canuck Scriber Lisa Lachapelle7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
You're really great at this! keep those Haikus coming!
You write such elegant haiku! Love the word choices and stories.