Thursday, 22 August 2013

Over pitfalls, over graves


"The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone."

Harriet Beecher Stowe, abolitionist and novelist (1811-1896)

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Haiku #5

  The moon uninvited came Smelling of daffodils, her lips sweet red wine Swaying her hips like a lover