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a haiku of sorrow
like a thorn on aging skin
like a thorn on aging skin
wings of courage
I hear songbirds and the last, dying breaths of the cicadas.
She is unfinished. I do not know all she needs. (I am listening.) A Blessing May your voice be heard in its fullness, dear reader.
The streets are no longer empty but sometimes still await our joyful return…