Haiku, Photography, PoemsCircadian rhythm February 21, 2014May 22, 2015 Tara R. Ripples spread outward Hours, days immeasurable Awake or a dream? Submitted to Haiku Friday for LouCeeL Share with friends...Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related
I know that state of being … it’s so rare to get there. I like yours better than I like mine. LikeLike Reply
Lou’s link appears broken. I wrote for Friday haiku, on a Saturday
Fighting Man
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awake, if it’s a dream then you’re stuck
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What a haunting image! Nice work!
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Lovely contemplative haiku ~ thanks, xxx
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I know that state of being … it’s so rare to get there. I like yours better than I like mine.
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