Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
This then is my truest of truths: I miss you in my waking hours when night is gone and morning comes for then there are no magical dreams to which I may once more succumb.
I am a sultry siren singing from sapphire seas Unbound, I am your fiery soul running wild and free
Late afternoon in the garden and the sun warms my chilled skin as I sink into the cushioned rocker and breathe. The air is pure, yet thick and cloying as the lemon blossoms are bursting forth with citrusy beauty. The hypnotic combination of… Continue Reading “#Haibun: Lemon Blossom”
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