A Haiku Each Day

Sixty-two hundred and five Syllables a year.

Cold Morning

Bitter winter wind
Steals the steaming clouds of breath
Right under my nose.

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2 Comments»

  Chuck wrote @

Winter Air So Dry
Fingers Reach For Brass Door Knob
Unexpected Shock

  Ronald Wohl wrote @

Good One!


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