His torture was self inflicted and pains absorbed but his tongue, wicked.
Category: micro poem
Update
Hi again. Thank you to all those who sent messages inquiring about the regular haiku posted twice a week. The last two weeks were a bit hectic for me and I did not realize there was a glitch in my queue for posting the haiku every Monday and Thursday. And so I appreciate you (who… Continue reading Update
Fresh
A fresh breakfast is tastier than any gourmet meal by any chef
Marriage
Flowers are in full bloom and trees grow green again, like love in marriage
Courting
When we were courting we would talk all night, as well as into the day.
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