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Rough wind on my lips
but no words will stay
I think my poem blew away
 Mar 26 heidi
Lalit Kumar
Once, you bloomed with reckless grace,
soft petals blushing in love’s embrace.
The wind would sigh your fragrant name,
as morning light adorned your frame.

Held in hands that trembled sweet,
pressed to lips where longing meets.
A whispered promise, a fleeting vow,
yet time has traced you different now.

Your crimson fades, your petals fall,
but love once touched you—that is all.
For though you wilt in golden dusk,
you lived, you loved, and that’s enough.
 Mar 20 heidi
Unpolished Ink
Spring it’s great to see you
so glad you came my dear
it hardly seems a moment
since you were here last year,
we’ve had enough of grey skies
slush and wind and snow
if winter keeps you talking
say you have to go
 Mar 15 heidi
Marc Morais
A stag lifts its head,
moonlight drapes across its back—
the woods watched over.
Haiku Wilderness 4/5
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