claiming to possess a “non existent” flick which “supposedly” documents “an affair that never was”, you lit that strike anywhere match.
soon, all of rome was burning🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
darling grace, did you stop for a moment to wonder how a meandering earthly river could physically touch the infallible sky?
things swing from unconditional love to bitter hate. anger, angst and heartache replace joy, banter and sizzling moments of wanton love making.
at a distance, i see the setting orange sun behind the arches of the golden gate.
the space between us
no bridge can ever connect ~~
as memories fade
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a haibun is a prose poem of a story which ends in a haiku.