grass and weeds blend
into just green
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Nice one! BRAVO!!!
Happy you dropped by my blog today
Much💚love
thank you, gillena
trees leaves
in a dance with their shadows
music's breezes
__ Your very fine thought, Adelaide... nature's "blend" too, should reach us all. _m
Hi doug,
Thank you for your haiku. Always glad to hear from you.
Adelaide
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