haiku 144
September 23, 2007 | permalink
Haiku No. 144 (The Herb Garden)
the sweet herbs release
their scent, their essence, their souls,
like people, when touched
Haiku No. 144 (The Herb Garden)
the sweet herbs release
their scent, their essence, their souls,
like people, when touched
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