a butterfly
deep within the Russian sage—
the scented heat
Presence
Haibun
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
From the Old School He takes my arm, not to lean on, but to guide me across the street. This father protector, his sole acknowledgement ...
2 comments:
Nice one Adelaide. Happy you dropped by my blog today
Much❤love
Thank you, Gilena
Adelaide
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