her hair, rich yellow
God, my soul dies, sun hits deep:
Tendrils of lost love.
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Sail On, Silver Girl
I was still mad about it, all these years later. I was barely an adult, and only thinking about boys, partying, and occasionally studying. I know, quite a change, isn’t it? I swear, the universe laughs, and the Deity feeds and thrives on the irony produced by our efforts.
By Meredith Harmonabout 17 hours ago in Fiction
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Beautiful and heartfelt.
beautiful piece. Well done.
So gorgeously written.
Very well written!
All the way to the core, that sun! Well-wrought!
This was so poignant yet so beautiful. Loved your Haiku!