I can hear the morning breeze
there are birds making song,
early spring desires
remind me of the fall.
As all the seasons
merge as one,
we listen with open windows
to the melody we long.
Watching the melting snow,
I am reminded of her
in walks and quiet glance
would we smile
could we feel so strong.
The winds have been
always defining moments,
when last my muse
did let my words belong.
I have my windows open today,
in hopes I might find love’s way.
 | a quiet man on Haiku Love |
 | Yernasia Quorelios on Haiku Love |
| 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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