my fingers perfumed
with sage
half asleep
wrapped in the morning coolness
humming cicadas
yellow butterfly
in the heart of a lily
the taste of new wine
Presence
Taj Mahal Review
Daily Haiku
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
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my fingers perfumed
with sage
half asleep
wrapped in the morning coolness
humming cicadas
yellow butterfly
in the heart of a lily
the taste of new wine
Presence
Taj Mahal Review
Daily Haiku
Wednesday, July 18, 2018
Wednesday, July 11, 2018
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