Overbearing weeds push their way through your garden, so be swift and pluck.
Tag: writerslife
Aim
A tree will never tell you that you're wrong; instead, it aims for the sun.
Cryptic
There is a cryptic silence within life that screams answers to the deaf.
Cello
A cello sings in my heart that lives in a house by the deep blue sea.
Dreams Will Come
What dreams will come when a love so profound unites in all dimensions. This haiku is dedicated to my parents (love you!).
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