Weathered staff, muddy boots, broken time-piece, rugged coat, fiddle, pencil stub, yellowed pages, old photograph, parched wine-skin, coffee beans & dry flowers...scribblings of a wandering gypsy.
Yes, this is the place where I scribble all my thoughts in the form of poetry.
oh my! paint my pain, and this is what you'll see... good one wandering gypsy!! Hey really really fine work these haikus... and your work in the other two, the first and last have such prayerful tones in the joy of nature! More, please..!!
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Well thats a genius post..so many emotions with only three lines ....amazing
take care...keep writing
regards
sayani
oh my! paint my pain, and this is what you'll see... good one wandering gypsy!!
Hey really really fine work these haikus... and your work in the other two, the first and last have such prayerful tones in the joy of nature!
More, please..!!
I have always believed Haikus are the highest form of poetry (Urdu shers could be as good but the Haikus are the best). You haiku proves my point.
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