the wind dances with the trees
daily(ish) haiku by J.B. Kuma
Saturday, July 29, 2017
Star cast, longing.
Thus such woman wept. Hense, afore east winds swept.
As a night clad mount 'pon the sea,
moon dressed: the star cast me.
Not he. Not to be.
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