Haiku Doué
do people question //
when a flower will blossom? //
believe in yourself //
do people question //
when a flower will blossom? //
believe in yourself //
When I think ‘grounded’, I never anticipate the fall. Soft under your fingertips, held with grace, your single eye freckle, …
velvet petals waft //
morning sunbeam’s sweet caress //
your lips touching mine //
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