the finest touch
on the cheek
a single teardrop
***
the shush of leaves
as our shadows embrace
***
warm summer wind
not wanting the night
to end so soon
***
those three little words
older than my own...
summer wind
***
he tells me
I have changed...
new blossom
Today’s Haiku (July 15, 2025)
21 hours ago
Oh, gorgeous!
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