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Haiku #13

Sundays

It was Sunday bliss
Church bells danced in the distance
Alone with my tea

Poetry

clock back one hour

Here’s something weird.

I’m sitting on the couch. The front window is open barely two inches – enough for the tiniest fresh wind to find me, and the pattern of the constant dripping rain to bring rest to my soul. 93 more words

Life

Wedding season:

Nature’s confetti,

Blowing around at my feet -

Church bells are ringing.

Poetry

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*~*

church bells clanging

Sunday traffic tied in knots

my stomach too

*~*

 

 

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