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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
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Wonderful haiga Adelaide
Much❤love
circle stable paths
leader grasps each begining
follows each ideal
__Just my minimal response; with no ending, life's circle remains. _m
Thank you, Gillena.
adelaide
Thank you, doug for your response.
Adelaide
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