A Refugee of Poetry
musings on life and its many possibilities
Sunday, July 6, 2014
summer hokku
gazing on the slope...
listening as the east wind
interprets the clouds
rolling waves...
dressing and undressing
the shores at dusk
a rainbow
circling the golden sun ...
finds itself
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