A Refugee of Poetry
musings on life and its many possibilities
Friday, January 13, 2012
four haiku
softly on my cheek...
the wind and your hands
the old woman smiles...
into the sounds of children
looking into your garden,
snow without footprints
on the phone with my lover
long distance...distance
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