He who learns to live with his fears finds the path to accomplish his dreams. I have a thousand words and a poem in mind. I have a heap of clay and a castle to build, each time I am read, a block is made of my clay, a foundation for my castle is laid, a poem is made out of my stock of a thousand words. Read read read, dear friend, read.
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Migration breezes are locked into the chimes of the seasons! Lovely haiku!
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ReplyDelete"Destination breeze" what a GREAT line.
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ReplyDeleteI love "destination breeze". This makes me want to go along where ever this poem goes.
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