Amidst thorns' vigil
The breeze raced in still
To embrace, flowers to feel,
The embrace felt good
Despite lack of solitude,
Unmoved the thorns stood,
Helpless did they brood,
Harmless the breeze stood,
In fragrant mood felt the wood.
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Haikus |15.06.2019 |
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Mood of the wood! ! Food for thought. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Thank you Edward Louis for this quick feedback