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The Fisherman and the Sea
Under Pink Blossoms
Green Choices
Inspirare
The Spookfest
Adieu
Attitudes
The Missing Candies
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The Magic Moment
Give Me Wings So I Might Fly
Whistle Twice for Yes
The Last Pilgrimage
The Inhabitants
Lord What Fools These Mortals Be
Unwanted
Escape to Paradise
The Problem with Women
Meg in Her Bath
Endure and Sing
People First, software second - Since 1985...
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThis is so beautiful. I love the first line and wanted to blow all the seeds away.
Thank you so much Genya. I too want to blow the seeds away! I look forward to reading new haiku from members. It’s such a lovely art form.
It is light, It flows, it grows, just like Seed.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleHi Eric – You’ve answered a short poem with another short poem. Lovely!
This reminds me of the proverb ‘mighty oaks from little acorns grow’. Lovely words.
Thank you so much, Carrie. I wanted to remind myself (and others) that the eternal cycles of nature continue during these strange times. If we stay attuned to the rhythms of the natural world, we can indeed relax and trust. We’re in good hands.
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To Leave Comments - Please SignIn with GoogleThe true magic of a story happens after you finish reading and you start thinking about every word and meaning behind it. Thank you for such gift!
Juma, do you mind if I post my poem on your page? I wouldn’t do it when your story had just been placed, and was up for comments. But your picture reminded me of my first ever poem when I went back to college late in life. I wrote it on the last day of the class before we all said our goodbyes…. The Journey. Dandelion seed, your wistful journey into the… Read more »
That is beautiful, Eric. Thanks for sharing it!
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