Notes About The Poem
Summer Storm and Pen.
I’m moved to stillness again.
So, Haiku I do.

Fivesevenfive2

The rains seem angry.
As whip furied as the winds.
Tea. Warm palm. Solace.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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