October 2, 2018March 26, 2019 by stolzyblog

Possible

Fiction, Haiku
china, love, rain, silence, soul mates, temples
8 Comments

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…

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8 Comments

aphrodite smiles October 2, 2018 at 5:37 pm

So soothing..

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1. stolzyblog October 2, 2018 at 5:40 pm
  
  yes, picturing back, it was 🙂
  
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saynotoclowns October 3, 2018 at 12:47 am

Love the imagery.

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1. stolzyblog October 3, 2018 at 12:58 am
  
  thanks.
  
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  1. saynotoclowns October 3, 2018 at 10:35 am
    
    You’re welcome
Sana October 18, 2018 at 10:28 am

We age, but what we create remains ageless. The poem written 20 years ago can still be heard and read as something new. 🎈

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1. stolzyblog October 18, 2018 at 10:36 am
  
  thank you. yes, it still lives… this must be why I can recall it without ever writing it down.
  
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  1. Sana October 18, 2018 at 10:38 am
    
    And it very much shall live on..

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