This haiku is more than 20 years old. It would always seem to pour when we rode our bikes to visit a temple, leaving nought to do but sit and watch…
_______RS
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This haiku is more than 20 years old. It would always seem to pour when we rode our bikes to visit a temple, leaving nought to do but sit and watch…
_______RS
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So soothing..
yes, picturing back, it was 🙂
Love the imagery.
thanks.
You’re welcome
We age, but what we create remains ageless. The poem written 20 years ago can still be heard and read as something new. 🎈
thank you. yes, it still lives… this must be why I can recall it without ever writing it down.
And it very much shall live on..