#1 As a child with dirt plastered to my feet at day's end, a blessing. #2 When I stop treading these harsh waters, it wasn't that I was drowning. #3 Sun taps at our window, golden footprints traipse across our kitchen floor.
#1 As a child with dirt plastered to my feet at day's end, a blessing. #2 When I stop treading these harsh waters, it wasn't that I was drowning. #3 Sun taps at our window, golden footprints traipse across our kitchen floor.
I too love Haikus, I liked yours. I learnt about them in WordPress. I follow this challenge.
https://ronovanwrites.com/2021/03/22/ronovan-writes-weekly-haiku-poetry-prompt-challenge-350-chirp-and-twilight/
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They each evoke such images and inspired storytelling in my mind. I feel like there is a slice behind #2. I love how they each stood alone and worked together. Thank you for sharing.
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