A ghostly Soldier, a Mother and babe alone, the price of freedom.
The chilled air rushes through the leaf strewn forest floor, winter's on its way.
A Mime make a rhyme, sure a Mime can make a rhyme, but who would hear it.
God is good and great, praise him now and don't be late, will decide Your fate.
The wind blows the snow into whirlin...
Wednesday 22nd July 2015 12:38 am
Stronger in numbers;
the leaves a deaf audience
clapping spring's last bow.
Saturday 16th May 2015 9:53 am
Tags: haiku,seasons,sign language,spring,summer,trees
To express myself
To inspire someone else
To send a message
Wednesday 8th April 2015 4:54 pm
Tags: Haiku,old give it a seven inspired hate,Write
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