Tag: blown
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Haiku: Far
We sailing like kites Blown by the breeze and hopeful Our dreams will go far Love always, Ayesha
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Grey Hills
We look for the light Praying for the shine of an incandescent glow That flickers in the darkness of eternal night Then here comes the smoke… Like grey hills rolling over brick laced chimney tops It creates smog and gives off warmth Burning red logs on an orange inferno A fire set ablaze is reminiscent…
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