The Weather Haiku
There’s never any telling, if the weather will burn inside today.
– Miceala
Tags: burn, haiku, haruki murakami, memories, poem, poetry, weather
These 2 pieces work hand in hand, lovers holding hand, walking down lonely streets where the sounds are ignored, and only the pulse of the Other’s blood is heard. Enjoyed this. Cheers!
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These 2 pieces work hand in hand, lovers holding hand, walking down lonely streets where the sounds are ignored, and only the pulse of the Other’s blood is heard. Enjoyed this. Cheers!