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Morning breeze billows portal veils Caressing my naked skin As your roughened hands tease me
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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