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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Once Upon A Time, a fellow with mucho curiosity about stuff, found himself entangled in an LDR, a long-distance relationship… really long, like when it was daylight for her, it was darkest night for him.
_______RS
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We don’t remember conversations in full tableau. Instead, glistening moments, a bluesy vignette, a mere phrase filled with undisclosed meaning. They shine like supernovae across our lifespan, persistently prodding us to mine their significance with each new contemplation. Gifts which keep on giving.
One of the earliest things I’ve ever written — somehow it still clings…
_______RS
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Spinning back down the years; almost as if it were somebody else…
cross the road gladiolas grew
a sizable patch
every imagined color
even peach
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Friendships materializing late in life have a special and different color to them. They will not be understood in this lifetime, but will spew unpredictable fruits and blossoms in times to come.