a mans hand piles stone
rain, sunshine, carried on the wind
a seed rests then grows
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Haiku ~~~sight unseen
Still, misty, warm night air century plant blossoms, so white look! a tiny sparkle
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Return with me now to those glorious days of yesteryear, when people still rolled down the windows in their vehicles for ventilation, when ... -
Belsnickle day, formidable and and gruff, and certainly not a Jolly old Elf, he would arrive to the ringing of sleigh bells, and if your h... -
~~unknown On the night of January 5th the 3 Kings aided by their camels always brought us gifts, sometimes the big gifts arrived on...
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