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Haiku Sunday (119)

The first robin sings,Early morning signs of spring,Hope after winter. Advertisements

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Haiku Sunday (118)

A fine feathered fern,Dared to brush against her hand,Drawn to her warm skin

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To Travel

I should like to pack my bags and go Where wild things are free to live and grow;– Where beneath…

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Haiku Sunday (117)

“Marry me,” he said.“I can’t. I have no heart,”She said in despair.

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Haiku Sunday (103)

The Cardinal His bright red feathers, and black eyes against the soft downy white snow.

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Nomad

Highways and byways And long lonely nights. Sunbeams and river streams, Rough seas and stones. Friendless and sleepless, No tent…