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swam under the ice
pushed whole lakes with my palms
now my fire has died
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Image From Wallpapers.com
swam under the ice
pushed whole lakes with my palms
now my fire has died
From my books Bohemian Scents and Riverthink
Writer & Poet Lynne Sargent
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Exploring the poetry of everyday life
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
Beautifully written. Picture combines perfectly.
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thanks kindly
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My pleasure.
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Wow.
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love that comment
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Embers still stir, my friend . . .
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thanks for the thought
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I really enjoy haiku when they have a lot of depth beyond what appears to be a nature scene. This one does that in spades. Hard to get proper kireji in english haiku though.
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thanks kindy
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