summer haiku, #11
waiting for hours
wet at first, in the cold dark
just to be gulped down
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3 comments:
Wow, I remember the first time I wrote a haiku.
This one is beautiful.
@bonnie: i'm glad you liked it. :) thanks for dropping by.
Thanks for visiting my blog.
The magic of this poem lies in that it can be interpreted in different ways.
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