Tag: haiku
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You’re Missing
Spring cleaning windows a paw print from last summer fractures the sunlight – Ryan Stone How quickly the years slip past. Gone but never forgotten, old mate.
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Petrichor 5-7-5
Her hair smelled of hay, summer rain and first kisses; breathless, petrichor. His fingers trembled childhood’s last tattoo, across her pale, arching spine. Ryan Stone