Reminds me of music
in a calm autumn morning.
The changing winds always
let me hear last words.
I’m still trying to know
if a hoot owl could show
me our world not far apart
our woods and forest the same.
There is a soft interlude with love
the changing seasons do breathe
an air of familiarity, a blessing
to have known this heart could feel love.
I’m still propping open doors
still wondering always about yours.
SFS 11/3
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
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| a quiet man on I Took A Walk |
 | Priti on I Took A Walk |
| Priti on I Took A Walk |
Turning trauma into triumph since 1981.
Sometimes writing poems let's me forget about the huge sums of debt I'm accumulating while at college
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